Happy Radhashtami!

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>From Lalita Madhava:

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Once Lord Krishna considered within His heart: "Everyone says that I

am

complete bliss, full of all rasas. All the world derives pleasure

from

Me. Is there anyone who can give Me pleasure? One who has a hundred

times more qualities than Me could give pleasure to My mind. One more

qualified than Me is impossible to find in the world. But in Radha

alone I

feel the presence of one who can give Me pleasure. Although My beauty

defeats the beauty of ten million cupids, although it is unequalled

and

unsurpassed and although it gives pleasure to the three worlds,

seeing

Radharani gives pleasure to My eyes. The vibration of My

transcendental

flute attracts the three worlds, but My ears are enchanted by the

words

of Srimati Radharani. Although My body lends fragrance to the entire

creation, the scent of Radharani's limbs captivates My mind and

heart.

Although the entire creation is full of different tastes because of

Me, I

am charmed by the nectarean taste of the lips of Srimati Radh!

arani.

 

And although My touch is cooler than ten million moons, I am

refreshed

by the touch of Srimati Radhika. Thus although, I am the source of

happiness for the entire world, the beauty and attributes of Sri

Radhika

are My life and soul. In this way My affectionate feelings for

Srimati

Radharani may be understood, but on analysis I find them

contradictory.

My eyes are fully satisfied when I look upon Srimati Radharani but by

looking upon Me, She becomes even more advanced in satisfaction. The

flute like murmur of the bamboos rubbing against one another steals

Radharani's consciousness, for She thinks it to be the sound of My

flute. And

She embraces a tamala tree, mistaking it for Me. 'I have gotten the

embrace of Sri Krishna,' She thinks, 'so now My life is fulfilled.;

Thus

She remains immersed in pleasing Krishna, taking the tree in Her

arms.

When a favorable breeze carries to Her the fragrance of My body, She

is

blinded by love and tries to fly into that breeze.

 

When She tastes the betel chewed by Me, She merges in an ocean of joy

and forgets everything else. Even with hundreds of mouths I could not

express the transcendental pleasure She derives from My association.

Seeing the luster of Her complexion after Our pastimes together, I

forget

My own identity in happiness. The sage Bharata has said that the

mellows

of lover and beloved are equal. But he does not know the mellows of

My

Vrindavan. The happiness I feel when meeting Radharani is a hundred

times greater than the happiness I get from meeting others.

Hare Krishna!