Play 'Raas' With Us Love Poem by Narsinh Mehta

Play 'Raas' With Us Love



'Play raas with us love,
Play your sweet flute to us!'
'More alluring is Vrindavan than Vaikunth, show it to us, love.
Play raas with us love,
Play your sweet flute to us!'

On the banks of Jamuna, Jadava plays his honeyed flute,
The gopis slip away, seduced by the sound,
Leaving their crying kids behind.
'Play raas with us love,
Play your sweet flute to us!'

With corrylium in her eyes, she goes to fulfill her promise;
But she has dressed herself all wrong, with anklets in ears.
'Play raas with us love,
Play your sweet flute to us!'

His enchanting face she lovingly eyes, takes his hands in hers,
She offers him everything she has!
'Play raas with us love,
Play your sweet flute to us!'

Enchanting are the woods of Vrindavan in full autumnal moon.
Red, the color of passion decorates her limbs
The girl looks so enchantingly different!
'Play raas with us love,
Play your sweet flute to us!'

One girl laughs, one claps and other excitedly sprinkles vermilion.
Where Radha and Madhav play raas it is pure joy unbound.
'Play raas with us love,
Play your sweet flute to us!'

One who sings or hears this Radha Mohan Raas,
Will attain Vaikunth, the abode of bliss, says Narsinh, His servant
'Play raas with us love!
Play your sweet flute to us!'

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Narsinh Mehta

Narsinh Mehta

Talaja, Bhavnagar, Gujarat / India
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