Radha Chalisa

Hail Shri Radha, Vrishabhanu’s daughter, devotees’ life-breath.

Wanderer of Vrindavan groves, I bow again and again.

As I am, I am yours, Krishna’s beloved, home of joy.

Grant me your feet’s refuge, beautiful blissful jewel.

Hail Vrishabhanu’s daughter, dark Shyama, Kirti’s daughter, home of beauty.

Eternal wanderer, Shyam’s support, giver of boundless joy and blessing.

Rasa-dancer, expander of bliss, pleasing the lovely companions’ hearts.

Eternal maiden, fair Radha, Shyam’s life-treasure, most innocent-hearted.

Ocean of mercy, heart-buoyant, companion of Lalita and friends.

Wanderer on the sun-daughter’s banks, delighting dear Krishna’s heart.

Shyam ever sings your virtues, rejoicing crying Radha, Radha.

On the flute ever utters your name, for your sake, beloved Vrishabhanu’s darling.

Young maiden, utmost home of beauty, before whom crores of Ratis seem dim.

Fair-limbed, moon-shaming face; lovely, lively, sharp eyes.

Lac-dyed twin lotus feet; anklet melody stealing the beloved’s heart.

Companions ever serve you, filling hearts with great joy and blessing.

Life-breath support of connoisseurs; Radha’s name is all joy’s essence.

Unreachable, unseen, eternal-formed; Braj’s king meditates day and night.

From whose particle, mine of virtues, spring crores of Umas, Lakshmis, Brahmanis.

Wanderer of eternal Goloka, guarding devotees, ending sorrow and fault.

Shiva, Brahma, sages, Sanaka, Narada, Shesha, Sharada cannot fathom you.

Proclaimer of Radha’s fair virtues and form; beholding, Banwari rejoices.

Braj’s life-treasure, Radha Rani, whose boundless glory none can tell.

Arms twined with the beloved, ever wandering Vrindavan.

Radha says Krishna, Krishna says Radha — one form, two in fathomless love.

Shri Radha steals Mohan’s heart, gladdening devotees with smiling face.

Nanda’s son takes crores of forms, Gokul’s moon, to grant his vision.

Sporting rasa-pastimes he pleases you; when you sulk, he sorely grieves.

He blooms on seeing you, daily pleading in many ways.

Wanderer of Vrindavan woods, Shyama; taking your name fulfils all works.

Though you perform crores of sacrifices, penances, vows with all your heart...

Shyam adopts no devotee until they sing Radha’s name.

Vrindavan’s queen, Radha; your playful form is boundless, fathomless.

Even Krishna finds no end to you; who else could know you?

Shri Radha’s loving bliss is seamless; Sharada and Vedas ever sing it.

Whoever sends Krishna away abandoning Radha shall not cross the world-ocean even in dreams.

Kirti’s darling daughter, beloved Radha; remembering her ends all worldly woes.

Your name uproots inauspiciousness, ends three afflictions, pleasing Hari’s heart.

Whoever takes Radha’s name effortlessly masters Damodara.

Radha’s name grants supreme joy; singing it wins Yaduraja’s grace.

Yashoda’s son follows whoever remembers Radha’s name.

Rasa-wanderer, beloved Shyama, show mercy, O Barsana-dweller.

Vrindavan is your refuge; hail, hail, hail, Vrishabhanu’s darling.

Shri Radha, queen of all, dark-cloud Rasikeshwar; may I dwell forever in Shri Vrindavan.