जिसे पियत सब देव हर्षाए
खोए सुध बुध विषय विकार सब
लीन भयो सब प्रकृति के संग
तज्यो सब माणिक प्रवीण।
नहीं चाहत धन दौलत की
नहीं चाहत स्वर्ग सिंहासन
जो मैं आऊँ ब्रज भूमि पर
बिसराऊं वैकुण्ठ की वैभव।
सखी चलो चले ब्रज की ओर
ब्रज भूमि अति पावन लागे
नहीं कहीं कोई जोड़
सखी चलो चले ब्रज की ओर।
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Drinking which, all the gods rejoice,
Losing all worldly sense and base desires,
Becoming one with the essence of nature,
And forsaking all other treasures.
I crave neither wealth nor riches,
Nor do I desire a throne in heaven;
If I were to come to the land of Braj,
I would forget the splendor of Vaikuntha.
O friend, let us journey towards Braj,
The land of Braj feels truly sacred,
It is matchless and beyond compare;
O friend, let us journey towards Braj.
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@ Ramesh Rai
13.8.2026
21.8.2026
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