Sri Vraja Vilasa Stava 11/11

purā premodrekaiḥ pratipada-navānanda-madhuraiḥ

kṛta-śrī-gāndharvācyuta-caraṇa-varyārcana-balāt |

nikāmaṁ svāminyaḥ priyatara-saras-tīra-bhuvane

vasanti sphīta ye ta iha mama jīvātava ime ||101||

Due to excess of affection steadfast,

Having devotion practised in the past,

In worship of Gandharva beautiful,

Along with Acyuta,  immutable;

There are some who have my Queen’s grace received,

And residence by her dear lake achieved.

These great and learned ones of self-control,

Are dear to me as my own life and soul. 101

yat kiñcit tṛgulma-kīkaṭa-mukhaṁ goṣṭhe samastaṁ hi tat

sarvānanda-mayaṁ mukunda-dayitaṁ līlānukūlaṁ param |

śāstrair eva muhur muhuḥ sphuṭam idaṁ niṣṭaṅkitaṁ yācñayā

brahmāder api sa-spṛheṇa tad idaṁ sarvaṁ mayā vandyate ||102||

Whatever grass, shrubs and insects are here,

In the settlement of cowherds are dear,

Full fraught with bliss and wondrous fair display,

Where they assist Mukunda in his play.

As scripture over and again repeats

How even Brahma* earnestly entreats

To always dwell here; and others beside,

Devoutly pray in Vraja to reside.

I also bow me down and humbly pray

To all the creatures in Vraja that stay. 102

bhraman cacche kacche kṣiti-dhara-pater vakrima-gatair

lapan rādhe kṛṣṇety anavaratam unmattavad aham |

patan kvāpi kvāpy ucchalita-nayana-dvandva-salilaiḥ

kadā keli-sthānaṁ sakalam api siñcāmi vikalaḥ ||103||

Wandering about here and there at will,

Down the path by lofty Govardhan hill,

Will I exclaim loudly in mad despair,

‘O Radha-Krishna!’ while loitering there?

And stumbling as I go from place to place,

Where he revealed his pastimes and his grace,

When will I in divine ecstasy rove,

And sprinkle those places with tears of love? 103

na brahmā na ca nārado nahi haro na prema-bhaktottamāḥ

samyag jñātum ihāñjasārhati tathā yasyocchalan-mādhurīm |

kintv eko baladeva eva paritaḥ svārdhaṁ sva-mātrā sphuṭaṁ

premnāpy uddhava eṣa vetti nitarāṁ kiṁ sa vrajo varṇyate ||104||

Nor Brahma, Narada, nor Hara too,

Nor great devotees who pure love pursue,

A full knowledge of Vraja comprehend,

Nor can of its quiddity apprehend;

But Baladeva and his mother dear,

Due to their fond love have conception clear.

Then how should it be possible for me,

To tell of its glory adequately? 104

anyatra kṣaṇa-mātram acyuta-pure premāmṛṭāmbho-nidhi

snāto’py acutya-sajjanair api samaṁ nāhaṁ vasāmi kvacit |

kintv atra vraja-vāsinām api samaṁ yenāpi kenāpy alaṁ

saṁlāpair mama nirbharaḥ prati muhur vāso’stu nityaṁ mama ||105||

If even I had opportunity,

To go to Acyuta’s divine city,

And bathe in streams of loving ecstasies,

With Acyuta’s beloved devotees,

I would not there or anywhere betake

Myself, and dwelling in Vraja forsake.

Nay, even let the Vraja people tell

Their gossip, may I always with them dwell. 105

rāgeṇa rūpa-mañjary-āraktīkṛta-muradviṣaḥ |

guṇārādhita-rādhāyāḥ pāda-yugme ratir mama ||106||

With deep passion, Sri Rupa manjari

Attends the mighty Mura’s enemy;

And worships Radha’s fame with love replete;

May I have fond affection for her feet. 106

idaṁ niyatam ādarād vraja-vilāsa-nāma-stavaṁ

sadā vraja-janollasan-madhura-mādhurī-bandhuram |

muhuḥ kutuka-sambhṛtāḥ paripaṭhati ye valgu tat

samaṁ parikarair dṛḍhaṁ mithunam atra paśyanti te ||107||

Whoever doth this hymn daily recite,

Vraja Vilasa Stava, with delight,

Which illustrates the persons and places

Of Vraja, with their charm and fair graces;

And who with eagerness reading maintain,

The divine manifest vision will gain

Of the sweet and amorous couple fair,

Surrounded by their dear companions there. 107

Thus ends Sri Raghunatha Dasa Gosvami’s

              Sri Vraja Vilasa Stava

* But my greatest good fortune I declare,

       Would be to take birth in Gokula, where

       The denizens the forest pathways tread,

       That I might take that dust upon my head;

       Their life and their being they consecrate

       To Mukunda, and themselves dedicate;

       And would that they that dust to me convey,

       Still sought by scripture to this very day.

                         Brahma’s hymn, S.B.10.14.34