सखी, कान्हा बिन कछु सूझत नाहीं…
कित वे मुरली, कित कदम्ब की छैया…
Says Radha Rani to her companions, ‘Without Kanha, I am listless… Where is his flute, where is the shade of the Kadamb tree where he played upon the flute?’
कित वे पीत वसन, कित वे त्रिभंगी, नयन कछु ना दीखत सखी
Where are his yellow garments. Where is Krishna, who stands in a tribhangi pose. I don’t see him. More...
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Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s Punjabi song ‘Ho jaave je pyaar te sauna bhul jaandaa’
हो जावे जे प्यार ते सौंना भुल जांदा
कीते होन इकरार ते सौंना भुल जांदा More...
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Raskhan is a Bhakti poet who moved to Vrindavan to be with Sri Banke Bihari
Raskhan’s poems (sawaiya verses) in praise of Krishna.
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करनी बिन कथनी कथै, अज्ञानी दिन रात।
कूकर सम भूकत फिरै, सुनी सुनाई बात॥
Kabir Das says in this saakhi verse that a person who has heard wise sayings might be repeating them to others without really practicing the same, quite like a dog that barks without making itself understood.
A sadhak, a seeker, should be mindful to practice and should not preach without personal experience through practice. It is a waste.
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हमें रास्तों की ज़रूरत नहीं है
हमें तेरे पैरों के निशां मिल गये हैं
अब तेरा मैं हूँ, मुझ में ही तू है
हमें रास्तों की ज़रूरत नहीं है
हमें तेरे पैरों के निशां मिल गये हैं
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July 22, 2010 23:14 by
nitin

A foolish devotee had a golden image of Buddha, which she took with her wherever she went. In the course of her wanderings, she came to a monastery where hundreds of images of Buddha were present.
She did not like the other Buddhas, she liked only her own. Whenever she burnt incense before her Buddha, she never liked that the fumes should go to the others. She drew a curtain round the image.
In a few months her Buddha became dark and grim, while the others were shining brighter, still.
Similar is the case with the narrow-hearted persons. They do not honor others’ faith. But as a river without tributaries suffers dearth, their faith too lacks firmness and dies immature death.
One should develop the heart to embrace the other faiths, also. The religion that embraces all and fights with none is the real religion. Such a religion alone will endure, while others will vanish like bubbles. Such an enduring religion is the religion of truth, purity, non-violence and love.

~ Swami Sivananda
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भूलूं ना याद तुम्हारी सुनो बनवारी, कि जिया घबराय रहा रे
मेरे मन में उठी है उमंग रे, होरी खेलूं श्याम तोरे संग रे
श्याम रंग भरी पिचकारी तान मोहे मारी, भिजोय मोरी सारी
कि जिया हर्षाय रहा रे More...
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