refrainjaya mādhava madana murārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
jaya keśava kali-mala-hārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थGlories to the husband of the goddess of fortune, who is the transcendental Cupid and the enemy of the demon Mura. Glories to the divine couple Radhe Syama, also known as Syama Syama! Glories to Lord Kesava, who has fine hair, who removes the miseries of the age of Kali—Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
1sundara kuṇḍala naina viśālā, gale sohe vaijayantī-mālā
yā chavi kī balihārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थO Krsna, You wear beautiful earrings, and You have lovely widened eyes. Around Your neck hangs the splendrous vaijanti flower garland. Your complexion is most excellent—Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
2kabahūṅ luṭa luṭa dadhi khāyo, kabahūṅ madhu-vana rāsa racāyo
nācata vipina-vihārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थSometimes You secretly plunder yogurt and eat it, and sometimes You design a rasa-dance performance with the young gopis in the forest of Madhuvana. There dances Vipina-Vihari, You who love to sport in the forest— Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
3gvāla-bāla saṅga dhenu carāi, vana-vana brahmata phire yadu-rāi
kāṅdhe kāmara kārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थYou herd the cows in the company of the cowherd boys. You, the monarch of the Yadu dynasty, thus wander from forest to forest, carrying a black blanket draped over Your shoulder— Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
4curā curā nava-nīta jo khāyo, vraja-vanitana pai nāma dharāyo
mākhana-cora murārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थBecause You, O Murari, repeatedly steal fresh butter from the homes of the women of Vraja and secretly eat it, they have named You ‘Makhan-Chor’ (the butter thief)— Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
5eka-dina māna indra ko māryo, nakha upara govardhana dhāryo
nama paḍayo giridhārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थOne day You curbed the pride of Indra by lifting the great mountain Govardhana upon the tip of Your fingernail, thus winning for Yourself the name Giridhari— Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
6duryodhana ko bhoga na khāyo, rūkho sāga vidura ghara khāyo
aise prema pujārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थYou did not accept the sumptuous feast of the wicked Duryodhana, but took the coarse food offered by Your devotee Vidura. Therefore You are worshipped by love and not by mere rituals—Rādhe Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
7karuṇā kara draupadī pukārī, paṭa men lipaṭa gaye vanavārī
nirakha rahe nara nārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थTo bestow mercy upon Draupadi, You, the Lord of the forest, supplied unlimited cloth to protect her from shame, while the assembly of men and women looked on— Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
8bhakta-bhakta saba tumane tāre, binā bhakti hama ṭhāḍe dvāre
lījo khabara hamārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थYou deliver each of Your devotees in unique ways. Alas, we who are bereft of devotion are standing here outside Your door. Please favorably receive the news of our presence— Radhe Syama Syama Syama!
9arjuna ke ratha hāṅkana hāre, gītā ke upadeśa tumhāre
cakra-sudarśana-dhārī rādhe-śyāma śyāmā-śyāma
भावार्थYou were the driver of Arjuna’s chariot, and on the battlefield You gave Arjuna the instructions of the Bhagavad-Gita. During the fight You exhibited Your form as the wielder of the discus Sudarsana— Radhe Syama Syama Syama!