Kishore! Tore charanan ki bali Jaun.
Oh, Kishoriji! I sacrifice my 'everything' on Your lotus-feet.
Jin yuga-charanan arunima-upama, pachihari nahin paun.
I have tried to describe the tender redness of Your lotus feet through some similar example in this world, but all my efforts have been in vain.
Japa, gulala, prabala adi ki, upama deta lajaun.
I feel ashamed to compare them to the redness of an indravadhuti( a very soft, red, velvety insect), to gulal, a rose, to prabal, the new and tender leaves of a mango tree, or to anything else.
Mriduta men gulaba, navani ki, samataa lakhi na sakaun.
How am I able to compare the infinite softness of Your lotus feet to the tenderness of delicate rose petals or to the smooth softness of warm butter, when they are so much softer than this?
Jin charanan ko chapat Hari nita, ka mahima main gaun.
What glories can I sing of those lotus feet that are served even by the supreme Lord Shri Krishna?
'Kripalu' ki chaha raina-din, charanan dhyana lagaun.
Kripalu prays to Shri Radha," My only desire is to single-mindedly meditate day and night on Your lotus-feet."
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