“Saras Kishori, Vayas Ki Thori, Rati Sar Bori,
Keejai Kripa Kee Kor”
Oh Reservoir of divine love, Kishoriji Radhey! Oh Adolescent in age! Oh Darling Daughter of King Vrishabhnu, completely submerged in divine love-bliss! Look at me as well with Your graceful eyes.
“Saadhan Heen, Deen Main Radhey, Tum Karunaamee Prem-Agaadhe,
Kaake Dvaare, Jaay Pukaare, Kaun Nihaare, Deen Dukhee Kee Or.”
Oh Kishori Ji! I am devoid of all means and am absolutely destitute. You, on the other hand, are the unfathomable ocean of love and causeless mercy. Then, to whom else except You can I go to narrate my tale of woe? Even if I go, who will bother to look at the lowly and destitute like me?
"Karat Aghan Nahin Neku Ughaoon, Bharat Udar Jyon Shookar Dhaavoon,
Karee Barajoree, Lakhi Nij Oree, Tum Binu Moree, Kaun Sudhaare Dor."
Even after committing sins unceasingly, I never feel satiated with them and wandering like a pig, I always remain engaged in the search of excrement in the form of sensual pleasures. Oh Kishori Ji! Who is there besides You, who by Her causeless grace can forcefully set my wrong right?
“Bhalo Buro Jaiso Hoon Tihaaro, Tum Binu Kou Na Hitu Hamaaro,
Bhaanudulaari, Sudhi Lo Hamaari, Sharan Tihaari, Haun Patitan Siramor.”
Oh Daughter of Vrishabhanu! Whether good or bad, I am only Yours. None is there to care about my welfare except You. Oh Vrishabhanu dulari! Although it is true that I am the head of sinners, I have surrendered myself to You now. Shower Your grace on me.
“Gopi-Prem Kee Bhiksha Deejai, Kaise hun Mohin Apani Karee Leejai,
Tav Gun Gaavat, Divas Bitaavat, Drig Jhari Laavat, Hvaihain Prem-Vibhor.”
Oh Raseshwari! Make me Your own anyhow by giving me the alms of selfless love of gopis somehow, so that, inebriated with Your love, I spend my life singing Your attributes and shedding tears of love from my eyes.
“Paay Tihaaro Prem Kishoree!, Chhake Premaras Braj Ki Khori,
Gati Gajagaamini, Chhavi Abhiraaminee, Lakhi Nij Svaaminee, Bane ‘Kripalu’ Chakor.”
Oh Kishori Ji! Receiving the gift of love from You and completely submerged in divine love-bliss, let me stroll in each and every lane of Braj like a maddened man. Jagadguru Shri Kripalu Ji says, When will my eyes, like a chakora bird, drink the nectarean beauty of my Swamini who is more beautiful than Beauty itself and who walks with an intoxicated gait like that of an elephant?
सरस किशोरी, वयस कि थोरी, रति सर बोरी,
कीजै कृपा की कोर।
साधन हीन, दीन मैं राधे, तुम करुणामई प्रेम-अगाधे,
काके द्वारे, जाय पुकारे, कौन निहारे, दीन दुखी की ओर।
करत अघन नहिं नेकु उघाऊँ, भरत उदर ज्यों शूकर धावूँ,
करी बरजोरी, लखि निज ओरी, तुम बिनु मोरी, कौन सुधारे दोर।
भलो बुरो जैसो हूँ तिहारो, तुम बिनु कोउ न हितु हमारो,
भानुदुलारी, सुधि लो हमारी, शरण तिहारी, हौं पतितन सिरमोर।
गोपी-प्रेम की भिक्षा दीजै, कैसेहुँ मोहिं अपनी करी लीजै,
तव गुण गावत, दिवस बितावत, दृग झरि लावत, ह्वैहैं प्रेम-विभोर।
पाय तिहारो प्रेम किशोरी!, छके प्रेमरस ब्रज की खोरी,
गति गजगामिनि, छवि अभिरामिनी, लखि निज स्वामिनी, बने ‘कृपालु’ चकोर॥
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