"Shyam haun kaba hoihaun braj dhoori."
O Shyam! When would I become the dust of Braj?
“Hvei braj dhoori anga lapateihaun, ura ananda bhara poori.”
When would I, being dust of Braj, cover your whole body with a great joy.
"Jehi braj raja kahan Rasikana maanata, praan sajeevani moori."
I wish to be that dust, which is considered as the sole power of life by the Rasiks.
"Jehi paawana raj paawan kahan vidhi, bhaag manaavat bhoori."
Brahma, the creator of the world, begs for this dust and considers himself to be mostfortunate.
"Jehi lagi bane latana taru gyaanin, tyaagi samaadhina doori."
It is the dust for which the Gyanis beg to become tree and creeper of Braj and reject the bliss of their transcendental meditation.
"Dhoori dhoosarita tohin “Kripalu” kaba, atanu lakheigo ghoori."
When would I drench your whole body being such kind of holy dust? And then Cupid,with an illusion of Lord Shankar, will stare at you.
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