Harimarag Jovat Bhai · हरिमारग जोवत भई

हरिमारग जोवत भई सांझ । दिनमनि अस्त भयो गोधूरक आवत बने मंडली मांझ ॥१॥

It has become evening as I wait for Hari on the path. The sun has set, and He is returning from the forest with the herd of cows, surrounded by the dust raised by their hooves. ॥१॥

बाजत बेनु रेनु तनमंडित वनमाला उर लोचन चारु ॥ बरुहा मुगट स्रवन गुंजमनि वनज धातुको तिलक सिंगारु ॥२॥

He plays His flute, His body covered with the dust of the cows, while a forest garland adorns His chest and His beautiful eyes shine brightly. A peacock-feather crown adorns His head, gunja earrings decorate His ears, and a tilak of red ochre adorns His forehead. ॥२॥

गोपी नेन भृंग रसलंपट सादर करत कमल मधुपान ॥ विरहताप मोचन परमानंद मुरली मनोहर रूपनिधान ॥३॥

The eyes of the gopis, like bees longing for rasa, lovingly drink the nectar of His lotus-like beauty. Paramanand says, “He is the remover of the burning pain of separation—the enchanting flute-player, the treasure-house of beautiful forms.” ॥३॥