He Vrishabhanu Sute Lalite, mam kaun kiya aparadh tiharo?
Kaadh diyo Braj Mandal se, ab aur bhi dand diyo ati bhaaro.
So kar lyo, aapno kar lyo, Nikunj kuti Yamuna tat pyaaro.
Aap se jaan daya ke nidhaan, bhayi so bhai ab begi sambhaaro.
– Shree Radha Baba
This verse, written by Shree Radha Baba, is soaked in the deep pangs of separation from Vrindavan Dham, a cry of the heart yearning for Radha Rani’s merciful glance. Let me elaborate on the description:
“O Vrishabhanu Suta, O beloved Lalita Sakhi, what crime have I committed that you have cast me out of the sacred land of Braj? The burden of separation is so heavy, I can no longer bear it. If there is any further punishment, please let me accept it; for your grace, O Radha Rani, is my only hope. Whatever has happened has happened—have mercy now and rescue me swiftly.“
This verse is not merely a prayer; it is the soul’s desperate cry to return home. The poet, Shree Radha Baba, drenched in the pain of separation, laments being distanced from the sweet dust of Braj. The plea is raw, steeped in agony, where every word reflects unbearable sorrow. It is the cry of a surrendered soul, begging Radha Rani for mercy and forgiveness.
There’s a deep undercurrent of helplessness in these lines, as though the poet’s heart has shattered under the weight of exile. Radha Baba’s words, “ab aur bhi dand diyo ati bhaaro” (give me any other punishment if you must, for the separation itself is too heavy), reflect the acceptance of any fate—so long as it is decided by Radha herself. Even in suffering, there is love.
The verse paints a scene of the devotee standing on the very edge of hope, broken yet unyielding, asking only for one last glance, one last touch from the Lord. It is this emotional intensity that brings the reader to tears, for the pain of separation from Vrindavan Dham is not physical—it’s the wrenching agony of being torn from the very essence of one’s soul.
Shree Radha Baba, through this plea, brings out the universal longing of every devotee—to be in Braj, in the divine company of Radha Krishna. The heart bleeds for the shelter of the Yamuna’s banks, the sacred Nikunj where the Divine plays eternally. It is not a simple desire; it is the unbearable weight of distance from the divine love that sustains the soul.
And yet, within this sorrow, there is a hidden glimmer of hope—the belief that Radha Rani’s mercy is boundless. The poet, with tear-filled eyes, begs for the past to be forgotten, for Radha’s love to once again embrace them. “bhayi so bhai ab begi sambhaaro“—it is the ultimate cry for redemption, for a return to that sacred space of eternal bliss.
Anyone reading these lines cannot help but feel the heart-wrenching sorrow that Shree Radha Baba must have endured. The separation is not just physical, but spiritual—a complete disconnection from the very purpose of existence. The yearning for Radha Rani’s grace is so intense, it seeps into the very core of the reader’s being, pulling them into that same ocean of divine longing.
