In Holy Braj, no, it is not good,
To maintain material mood.
Those desires me now killing,
As if they stopping my breathing.
I am in the topmost place,
In the holiest land in all universe.
It is Radha and Shyama Kund,
Crest jewel of all which are around.
The foolish monkey is me,
For saintly people as like enemy.
Everyone busy with Holy Names,
Loudly chanting: Radhe! Radhe!
All came to serve, all came to chant,
To feed their Bhakti plant.
Surrounding Sri Govardhan they do penance,
Walking around with not a step but obeisance.
24 hours some do sing,
The Holy Names as a Holy song.
2-3 drops some take from Kunds,
To purify forever their bodies and souls…
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