Pushti Kirtan
आली मोरनको सोर सुनि | Ali Moranko Sor Suni illustration

आली मोरनको सोर सुनि Ali Moranko Sor Suni

आली मोरनको सोर सुनि बेग चली राधा प्यारी सारी भीजे शिरकी रंग गुलावांसकी ॥ फुली बन बेली देखि मधुकर करत केलि भूमि भई हरी जो विपुन विलासकी ॥१ ॥O friend, hearing the calls of the peacocks, dear Radha quickly set out. Her rose-colored sari became drenched over her head. The forest creepers were in bloom, the bees were joyfully moving among them, and the earth had turned green with the abundant beauty of the season. ॥१॥स्याम ओर स्यामा ठाडे कंदमकी डारतर आवत झक झोर झुक त्रिविध बयारकी ॥ अंसपर बाहु धरें मुरली बजावें ॥ हरि शोभा देखीनीकी धुनी लागतहे मलारकी ॥२ ॥Shyam and Syama stand beneath the branch of a kadamba tree as strong gusts of wind make it bend and sway. With His arm resting upon her shoulder, Hari plays the flute. Beholding His beautiful form, it seems as though the melody of Malhar itself is sounding. ॥२॥
आली मोरनको सोर सुनि बेग चली राधा प्यारी सारी भीजे शिरकी रंग गुलावांसकी ॥ फुली बन बेली देखि मधुकर करत केलि भूमि भई हरी जो विपुन विलासकी ॥१ ॥ स्याम ओर स्यामा ठाडे कंदमकी डारतर आवत झक झोर झुक त्रिविध बयारकी ॥ अंसपर बाहु धरें मुरली बजावें ॥ हरि शोभा देखीनीकी धुनी लागतहे मलारकी ॥२ ॥