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Sri Banke Bihari ji ke sawaiya, 25 of 144

२५.
तेरी न चेरी न तेरे ददा की, न कोल्हूं में डारि पेराइ देवै हों।
खैचत हौ अंचरा गहि कै, फटि हे चुनरी कमरी दे के जै हों॥
टूटेंगे हार हमेल हजार  तौ नन्द जसोदा समेत बिकै हों।
राजी चहौ दधि खाओ भला वरि आई लला एक बूंद न पैहों॥

Sri Banke Bihari ji ke sawaiya, 24 of 144

२४.
मंजुल मोरपखा छहरै छवि सों जब ग्रीव कछु मटकावत ।
नूपुर की झनकारन पै झुकि ग्वालिन गोधन गीत गवांवत ॥
आननचन्द सु मन्द हंसी ‘रतनाकर’ माल हिये लहरावत ।
देखि सखी वह मैन लजावत सांवरो बेनु बजावत आवत ॥

Krishna in Vrindavan :-)

Sri Banke Bihari ji ke sawaiya, 23 of 144

२३.
सांवरी राधिका मान कियो परि पांयन गोरे गोविन्द मनावत ।
नैन निचौहे रहं उनके नहीं बैन बिनै के नये कहि आवत ॥
हारी सखी सिख दै ‘रतनाकर’ हेरि मुखाम्बुज फेरि हंसावत ।
ठान न आवत मान इन्हैं उनको नहिं मान मनाबन आवत ॥

Poet Ratnakar says in this sawaiya:

When Radha was annoyed with Krishna, Krishna bowed at her feet requesting her for truce. He didn’t really know how to please her. Neither did Radha really know how to show anger, observes the poet.

Sri Banke Bihari ji ke sawaiya, 22 of 144

२२.
दीन दयाल सुने जब ते, तब ते मन में कछु ऐसी बसी है ।
तेरो कहाय के जाऊँ कहाँ, तुम्हरे हित की कटि फेंट कसी है ॥
तेरो ही आसरो एक ‘मलूक’, नहीं प्रभु सो कोऊ दूजो जसी है ।
ए हो मुरारी पुकारि कहूँ, अब मेरी हँसी नहिं तेरी हँसी है ॥

In this sawaiya verse, Malook says to Krishna:

Ever since I’ve heard of your merciful nature, I have surrendered myself to you. Now that I am yours, I am not going to anyone else for help. My surrender to you is total. I depend on you. There is none other as famous as you. Murari, if you don’t answer my prayer, I am not at a loss, it is your fame that you are jeopardising :-)

Sri Banke Bihari ji ke sawaiya 21 of 144

२१.
सावन तीज सुहावन कों सखि, सोहैं दुकूल सवै सुख साधा ।
देखे बनैं कहते न बनैं, उमगै उर में अनुराग अबाधा ॥
प्रेम के हेम हिंडोरन में, सरसै बरसै रस रंग अगाधा ।
राधिका के हिय झूलत साँवरो, साँवरे के हिय झूलति राधा ॥

This sawaiya depicts the rainy season and month of savan. In India this season is celebrated by hanging swings from trees and swinging on them.

The poet says in this sawaiya verse:

This is the festival of Teej in saavan. All residents of Vrindavan are dressed to celebrate. I cannot express the beauty and joy that I find here. My heart is overwhelmed with bliss. On the golden swing of love, decorated in so many colours, Radha swings in the heart of Krishna and Krishna swings in Radha’s heart :-)

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