Sri Sri Radha Giridhari Temple

Sri Sri Radha Giridhari Temple Vrindavan Darshans

06/07/2026

๐ŸŒธโœจ I do not ask for heavenโ€”
๐ŸŒฟ only - ๐—ง๐—›๐—˜ ๐——๐—ข๐—ข๐—ฅ๐—ช๐—”๐—ฌ ๐—ข๐—™ ๐—ฌ๐—ข๐—จ๐—ฅ ๐—ฆ๐— ๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—˜ ๐ŸŒบ

๐ŸŒน O Hidden Rose,
๐Ÿ’— have mercy on this wandering heart.
๐Ÿชท Lift the veil for but a breath,
๐ŸŒ™ and I shall forget the names of earth.

๐ŸŒณ๐Ÿƒ I have heard that in the secret playgroves of Vแน›ndฤvana,
๐Ÿ’™ You walk beside the Dark Jewel, ลšrฤซ Kแน›แนฃแน‡a,
๐Ÿค laughing as two royal elephants ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
๐Ÿท made blissfully intoxicated by the nectar of eternal love. ๐Ÿ’ž

๐ŸŒธ The trees bend low to behold You, ๐ŸŒณ
๐ŸŒบ the flowers surrender their fragrance, ๐ŸŒผ
๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ the birds forget their songs,
๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ and even the wandering breeze loses its way,
๐Ÿ’– enchanted by Your divine play.

๐ŸŒฑ Let me be no more than a tiny blade of grass
๐Ÿ‘ฃ beneath Your dancing lotus feet. ๐Ÿชท
๐ŸŒž Let but one glance from Your lotus face
โœจ become the sunrise of my endless night. ๐ŸŒ™โžก๏ธโ˜€๏ธ

๐Ÿšช Do not leave me standing outside
๐ŸŒฟ while Love dances within the flowering bowers. ๐ŸŒธ

๐Ÿ’” Break this heart open with Your boundless mercy,
๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ until nothing remains of "me"โ€”
โœจ only the sacred silence
๐ŸŽถ where every breath softly whispers:

๐ŸŒธ ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒบ Rฤdhฤ... ๐Ÿ’™ Kแน›แนฃแน‡a... ๐ŸŒบ

Gandharva Samprarthanastakam

๐“ฆ๐“ฒ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ ๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฟ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒฟ

Ekadashi Darshan
25/06/2026

Ekadashi Darshan

17/04/2026

โœจ๐ŸŒ™ ๐ŸŒ™โœจ
๐ŸŒธโœจ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐จ๐Ÿ ลš๐ซฤซ ๐‘ฤ๐๐กฤ โœจ๐ŸŒธ

๐’ฬ๐ซฤซ ๐‘ฤ๐๐กฤ (with shy wonder):
O Lalitฤโ€ฆ come close and hear the secret dream that visited My night. ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’ซ

๐‹๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญฤ (smiling softly):
Dearest friend, speak quicklyโ€ฆ every word from Your lips is nectar to me. ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฏ

๐’ฬ๐ซฤซ ๐‘ฤ๐๐กฤ:
We two were wandering through the forest bowers, gathering blossoms fragrant with dawn. ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒ…

Then suddenlyโ€ฆ He appearedโ€”
that enchanter whose form was dark as a fresh monsoon cloud, shining with irresistible beauty. โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ’™โœจ

He cast upon you a sidelong glance filled with mischief and sweetnessโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ’ซ
then smiled, as if stealing the pride of millions of Cupids. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿนโœจ

And before I could speak,
He drew you into a passionate embrace,
as though you were the very treasure of His heart. ๐Ÿค๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’ž

๐‹๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญฤ (laughing gently):
O clever one! Such dreams do not arise without meaning. ๐Ÿ˜„๐ŸŒธ
Surely it was only Your own love playing tricks in the mirror of sleep. ๐Ÿชž๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ˜‰

๐’ฬ๐ซฤซ ๐‘ฤ๐๐กฤ (blushing):
Perhapsโ€ฆ yet even now My heart trembles remembering it. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’•โœจ

Raghunatha Dasa Goswami has written this song โ€œSri Rupa Rati Manjaryorโ€.

๐™‡๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™™๐™๐™– โค๏ธ๐ŸŒน
๐™’๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™‘๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒน

09/04/2026

๐ŸŒธ ๐๐ฒ ๐‘๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐šฬ„-๐ค๐ฎ๐งฬฃ๐๐šโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ž๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฌ,
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐•๐ซฬฃ๐งฬฃ๐๐šฬ„๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐š ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐Ÿ-๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฌ. ๐ŸŒบ

Beneath a blooming kadamba tree ๐ŸŒฟ, where petals lean to see,
๐’ฬ๐ซ๐ขฬ„ ๐‘๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐šฬ„ rests beside ๐’ฬ๐ฒ๐šฬ„๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐š, sweet in unity.
Her garments kissed by kuแน‡แธa-spray ๐Ÿ’ง, Her braid with blossoms crowned,
Her lotus-face glows soft and bright, with blissful calm around. โœจ

And Kแน›แนฃแน‡aโ€”dark as monsoon cloud โ›ˆ๏ธ yet shining from withinโ€”
Leans close to drink Her every glance, absorbed in Her alone. ๐Ÿ’™
His flute lies silent at His side ๐ŸŽถ, surrendered to Her grace;
For even veแน‡u knows the truthโ€”๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ ๐›๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž. ๐ŸŒผ

The sakhฤซs move in softened steps, each breath a form of seva. ๐ŸŒธ
One waves a cฤmara of pearl ๐Ÿชถ, its handle decked like treasure.
Every sweep of yak-tail plume sends coolness through the air,
Removing drops of sacred sweat from pastimeโ€™s tender wear. ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒบ

Swans drift upon the mirrored lake gracefully gliding by ๐Ÿฆข,
The parrots hush, the breeze grows still, the moment sanctified. ๐Ÿƒ
Each leaf upon the branches seems to tremble with delight,
As Rฤdhฤโ€™s gaze meets Kแน›แนฃแน‡aโ€™s own in loveโ€™s eternal rite. โค๏ธ

And from Rupa Manjariโ€™s humble heart, a longing prayer takes flight:

โ€œ๐Ž ๐‘๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐šฬ„, ๐๐ฎ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐•๐ซฬฃ๐งฬฃ๐๐šฬ„๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐š, ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญโ€”
๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐šฬ„๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐š, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ˆ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐œ๐ž?โ€
โ€œ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ง, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž,
๐€๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž?โ€ ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿชถ

The kuแน‡แธa listens silentlyโ€ฆ the grove keeps still its swayโ€ฆ
Perhaps Lalitฤ hears this call
and softly smiles its way. ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿ’–

Rupa Goswami has written this song "Vrndavane Viharator Iha Keli Kunje".

๐™‡๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™™๐™๐™– โค๏ธ๐ŸŒน
๐™’๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™‘๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒน

04/04/2026

Bas? Sirf phool kaat rahe thay Radhe?
Phir tumhaari saans aise kyun bhaag rahi hai jaise vrindฤvan ka hiran? ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿ’—

โœจโœจโœจ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐‡๐ž ๐๐ข๐ญโ€ฆ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ โœจ

๐ŸŒบ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ง ๐ŸŒบ

๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช (๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ):
๐˜™๐˜ขฬ„๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ.
Did someoneโ€™s mischief brush your heart this morning? ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐ŸŒฟ

๐˜™๐˜ขฬ„๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ขฬ„ (๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ):
๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฉ๐˜ชโ€ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ.
Heโ€ฆ He was only biting a red aล›oka flowerโ€ฆ
while teasingโ€ฆ while laughingโ€ฆ ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒบ

๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช (๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ):
Only that?
Then why is your heartbeat trembling like a startled fawn in the meadow? ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿ’—

๐˜™๐˜ขฬ„๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ขฬ„ (๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ):
๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณโ€ฆ
it felt as if He whispered my name
through those soft petalsโ€ฆ
and everythingโ€”
every duty, every thoughtโ€”
just slipped out of my hands. ๐ŸŒบโœจ

๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช (๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ):
Ahโ€ฆ so His teeth touched the blossom,
but your heart took the sweetness.
I understand more than you speak. ๐Ÿ˜‰

๐˜™๐˜ขฬ„๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ขฬ„ (๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜บ):
๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ดโ€ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆโ€ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณโ€ฆ
as though the blossom was blushing for Meโ€ฆ
What was I to do? ๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿ’—

๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช (๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ):
Rฤdheโ€ฆ the flower may have been in His lips,
but you were the one He was teasing.
Even the red aล›oka knows whom His smile belongs to. ๐ŸŒฟโค๏ธ

๐˜™๐˜ขฬ„๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ขฬ„ (๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ):
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎโ€ฆ
as if the redness of that flower
has found a home in my heart. ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ž

Rupa Goswami has written this song โ€œBhamini Prccha Na Varam Varamโ€.

๐™‡๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™๐™–๐™™๐™๐™– โค๏ธ๐ŸŒน
๐™’๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™‘๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™๐™–๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ ๐ŸŒฟ๐ŸŒน

01/04/2026

๐ŸŒธโœจ ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐’๐ซ๐ข ๐‘๐š๐๐ก๐š - ๐’๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐Š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ง๐š ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ฌ โœจ๐ŸŒธ

O Radha!
O beloved of Krishna!
O You who are worshiped by all the young girls of Gokula!
๐ŸŒธ All glories unto You! All glories unto You! ๐ŸŒธ

๐Ÿ’™ You who adorn Yourself so beautifully, only to increase the love of ลšrฤซ Dฤmodaraโ€ฆ
๐ŸŒฟ O Queen of Vแน›ndฤvana, the Anandamaye (เค†เคจเค‚เคฆเคฎเคฏ) kunja of ลšrฤซ Hariโ€ฆ
๐ŸŒ™ O new moon arisen from the ocean of King Vแน›แนฃabhฤnuโ€ฆ

๐Ÿ‘ญ O Priya Sakhi (เคชเฅเคฐเคฟเคฏ เคธเค–เฅ€) of Lalitฤโ€ฆ
๐ŸŒธ O You who bind Viล›ฤkhฤ with Your sweetness, kindness, and unwavering loveโ€ฆ
๐Ÿ’— O embodiment of compassionโ€ฆ

๐Ÿ“ฟ Your divine qualities are sung by great sages like Sanaka and Sanฤtanaโ€ฆ

๐Ÿ™ O ลšrฤซ Rฤdhฤโ€ฆ
Please cast Your merciful glance upon meโ€ฆ
Let my heart find shelter at Your lotus feetโ€ฆ ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ซ

Rupa Goswami has written this song โ€œRadhe Jaya Jaya Madhava Dayiteโ€.



22/03/2026

๐ŸŒธโœจ ๐‘๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐‘๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฒ, ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐’๐ก๐˜†๐—ฎฬ„๐—บ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐‚๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜‚, ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ’›๐ŸŽถ

๐ŸŒฟโœจ ๐—๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—น ๐—•๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—Ÿ๐—ถฬ„๐—น๐—ฎฬ„ โ€” ๐—–๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ถ ๐—ž๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’›
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๐ŸŒธ (On the banks of Yamunฤโ€ฆ)

๐—ž๐—ฟฬฃ๐˜€๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐ŸŽถ (gazing at the flowing waters):
โ€œO Yamunฤโ€ฆ today your waves whisper ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒโ€ฆ

Why does My flute refuse silence?
Why does every note run only toward ๐—ฅ๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฎฬ„?โ€ ๐Ÿ’ซ

(He lifts His fluteโ€ฆ a restless melody flowsโ€ฆ)

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๐ŸŽถ ๐—™๐—น๐˜‚๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด:
โ€œ๐—ฅ๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฒโ€ฆ ๐—ฅ๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฒโ€ฆ come to Meโ€ฆ
In every note, I search only Theeโ€ฆโ€ ๐ŸŒธ
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๐—ž๐—ฟฬฃ๐˜€๐—ป๐—ฎ (smiling, yet restless):
โ€œI playedโ€ฆ I laughedโ€ฆ I danced with My gopa friendsโ€ฆ
Yet this heartโ€ฆ
It walks a different path nowโ€ฆโ€ ๐ŸŒฟ

(Leaving His friends, He walks alone into the forestโ€ฆ)
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โœจ (A divine wonder appearsโ€ฆ)

With each note of His fluteโ€”

๐Ÿ’Ž Pearls begin to shineโ€ฆ
๐ŸŒบ Corals bloom like flowersโ€ฆ
๐Ÿ’  Diamonds weave a radiant deckโ€ฆ

A celestial boat manifests upon ๐—ฌ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฎฬ„ ๐ŸŒŠโœจ

๐Ÿ”” Tiny bells begin to softly jingleโ€ฆ
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๐—ž๐—ฟฬฃ๐˜€๐—ป๐—ฎ (gazing at the jeweled boat):
โ€œSoโ€ฆ even My flute reveals My longingโ€ฆ
It has built a pathโ€ฆ straight to ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟโ€ฆโ€ ๐Ÿ’›

(He steps into the boatโ€ฆ)
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๐ŸŒŠ ๐—ฌ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฎฬ„ (whispering):
โ€œO ๐—ฉ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ-๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ปโ€ฆ
You sail not on waterโ€ฆ
You sail on ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บโ€ฆโ€ ๐Ÿฆขโœจ
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๐ŸŒธ (In a distant groveโ€ฆ)

๐—ฅ๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฎฬ„ (holding Her heart):
โ€œSakhฤซโ€ฆ do you hear it?
This fluteโ€ฆ it calls not the worldโ€ฆ
It callsโ€ฆ ๐—บ๐—ฒโ€ฆโ€ ๐Ÿ’•
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๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ต๐—ถ ๐Ÿ˜Š:
โ€œThis is no ordinary melody, Rฤdheโ€ฆ
This is ๐—ฆฬ๐˜†๐—ฎฬ„๐—บโ€™๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ callingโ€ฆ
He is comingโ€ฆ only for Youโ€ฆโ€ ๐ŸŒท
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๐ŸŒŠ (On the jeweled boatโ€ฆ)

๐Ÿ”” Tingโ€ฆ tingโ€ฆ the bells resoundโ€ฆ
๐ŸŒธ Lotuses bloom along the pathโ€ฆ
๐Ÿฆข Swans glide, bowing in silent welcomeโ€ฆ
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๐—ž๐—ฟฬฃ๐˜€๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐ŸŽถ (eyes closed, playing deeply):
โ€œ๐—ฅ๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฒโ€ฆ
Every note is a step toward Youโ€ฆ
Every breathโ€ฆ Your nameโ€ฆโ€ ๐Ÿ’›
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๐—ฅ๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฎฬ„ ๐ŸŒธ (softly, answering the flute):
โ€œ๐—ฆฬ๐˜†๐—ฎฬ„๐—บโ€ฆ
Why do You hide in musicโ€ฆ
When my heart already knows the way to You?โ€ โœจ
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๐Ÿ’ซ ๐—š๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฎ ๐——๐—ฎฬ„๐˜€๐—ฎโ€™๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ต๐—ฎฬ„๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ:
The King of dancers becomes the servant of loveโ€ฆ
Leaving all pastimes, He follows only one desireโ€ฆ

๐Ÿ’Ž A boat born of musicโ€ฆ
๐ŸŒŠ A journey guided by longingโ€ฆ
๐ŸŒธ A meeting destined in the heart of ๐—ฉ๐—ฟฬฃ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฎฬ„๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฎโ€ฆ

--- Govinda Das Kaviraj has written this song โ€œCatura Siromani Kanaโ€.

๐Ÿ’›โœจ ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐˜โ€ฆ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—น๐˜‚๐˜๐—ฒโ€ฆ
๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บโค๏ธ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ž๐—ฟฬฃ๐˜€๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฅ๐—ฎฬ„๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ฎฬ„โ€ฆ ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฆข๐ŸŒŠ

๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐‘๐š๐๐ก๐šโค๏ธ๐ŸŒน

๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐—ฉ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—–๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒฟ

13/03/2026

๐ŸŒธ
โšก ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐‹๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‘๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ŸŒง๏ธ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐š๐ค๐ก๐ข ๐‘๐ž๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐‘๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐šฬ„โ€“๐Œ๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐š ๐ŸŒ™

๐Ÿ’ฌ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ก๐ข:
โ€œ๐Ž ๐‘๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐šฬ„โ€ฆ ๐Ž ๐Œ๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐šโ€ฆ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐›๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ? ๐Ÿ”ฅ
๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž?โ€ ๐ŸŒ™

๐Ÿ’ฌ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ก๐ข:
โ€œ๐‹๐จ๐จ๐คโ€ฆ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐Œ๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐š โ€” ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ž๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ.โ€ ๐Ÿ‘‘
โ€œ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ, ๐Ž ๐‘๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐šฬ„ โ€” ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง ๐•๐ซฬฃ๐ง๐๐šฬ„๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐š.โ€ ๐ŸŒธ

โ€œ๐€๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ! ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž.โ€ ๐Ÿ’ซ
โ€œ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ง ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ โ€ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‡๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐.โ€ โšก๐ŸŒง๏ธ

๐Ÿ’ฌ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ก๐ข:
โ€œ๐“๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐žโ€ฆ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ?โ€ ๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒธ
โ€œ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ, ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ค๐จ๐ซ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ?โ€ ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

โ€œ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ?โ€ ๐ŸŒ™

๐Ÿ’ฌ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ก๐ข (๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ):
โ€œ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐žโ€ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญโ€ฆ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐.โ€ ๐Ÿคฒ

โ€œ๐‹๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ง ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ซ๐ค ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐.โ€ โšก๐ŸŒง๏ธ

โ€œ๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐žโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ’›
๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ.โ€ ๐ŸŽถ

โ€œ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ.โ€ โœจ

๐Ÿ’ž ๐‘๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐šฬ„ & ๐Œ๐šฬ„๐๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐š:
๐’๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ’–
๐€๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž.

๐ŸŒธ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ค๐ก๐ข, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ.
๐ŸŒ™ ๐‹๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐.
๐Ÿ’› ๐ˆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐.

โœจ ๐†๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐๐š ๐ƒ๐šฬ„๐ฌ๐š ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐•๐ซฬฃ๐ง๐๐šฬ„๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐š ๐ฅ๐ขฬ„๐ฅ๐š. ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿ’›Govinda Das Kaviraj has written this song โ€œIha Madhu Yamini Mahaโ€.

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