Namaste Sri Radhe Namaste Sri Syama

(refrain) namaste śrī rādhe namaste śrī śyāma (1) priyaḥ so 'yaḿ kṛṣṇaḥ saha-cari kuru-kṣetra-militas tathāhaḿ sā rādhā tad idam ubhayoḥ sańgama-sukham tathāpy antaḥ-khelan-madhura-muralī-pañcama-juṣe mano me kālindī-pulina-vipināya spṛhayati (2) sugandhau mākanda-prakara-makarandasya madhure vinisyande vandī-kṛta-madhupa-vṛndaḿ muhur idam kṛtāndolaḿ mandonnatibhir anilaiś candana-girer mamānandaḿ vṛndā-vipinam atulaḿ tundilayati (3) kvacid bhṛńgī-gītaḿ kvacid anila-bhańgī-śiśiratā kvacid vallī-lāsyaḿ kvacid amala-mallī-parimalaḥ kvacid dhārā-śālī karaka-phala-pālī-rasa-bharo hṛṣīkāṇāḿ vṛndaḿ pramadayati vṛndāvanam idam (4) balād akṣṇor lakṣmīḥ kavalayati navyaḿ kuvalayaḿ mukhollāsaḥ phullaḿ kamala-vanam ullańghayati ca daśāḿ kaṣṭām aṣṭā-padam api nayaty āńgika-rucir vicitraḿ rādhāyāḥ kim api kila rūpaḿ vilasati

Refrain: I offer my obeisances to you, Sri Radhe. I offer my obeisances to You, Sri Syama. (1) Srimati Radharani said, “My dear friend, now I have met My very old and dear friend Krishna on this field of Kuruksetra. I am the same Radharani, and now We are meeting together. It is very pleasant, but still I would like to go to the bank of the Yamuna beneath the trees of the forest there. I wish to hear the vibration of His sweet flute playing the fifth note within that forest of Vrndavana.” (2) The sweet, fragrant honey oozing from newly grown mango buds is again and again attracting groups of bumblebees, and this forest is trembling in the softly moving breezes from the Malaya Hills, which are full of sandalwood trees. Thus the forest of Vrndavana is increasing My transcendental pleasure. (3) My dear friend, this forest of Vrndavana is giving great pleasure to our senses in various ways. Somewhere bumblebees are singing in groups, and in some places mild breezes are cooling the entire atmosphere. Somewhere the creepers and tree twigs are dancing, the mallika flowers are expanding their fragrance, and an overabundance of juice is constantly flowing in showers from pomegranate fruits. (4) The beauty of Srimati Radharani’s eyes forcibly devours the beauty of newly grown blue lotus flowers, and the beauty of Her face surpasses that of an entire forest of fully blossomed lotuses. Her bodily luster seems to place even gold into a painful situation. Thus the wonderful, unprecedented beauty of Srimati Radharani is awakening inVrndavana.