Bhagwad prem ka aanand

shabd kam pad rahe hai mujhko,
soch raha hu likhne ko main,
man sharaddha se bhara hua hai,
ttpar bhakti me jhukne ko main..

hey Krishna ! parameshwar mere,
main balak hu rini tumhara,
path mujhko ab prapt hua hai,
Geeta gyan ka mila sahara..

jaan na paya aatma ko main,
kese parmatma ko jaanu?
an-gin roop rang hai tumhre,
kese main tumko pehchaanu?..

kripa nidhaan, mukhko apnalo,
nij charano me mujhe sambhalo,
na swarg na baikunth mangta,
mujhko bhakti ras me rang dalo..

duniya kehti bawra mujhko,
koi pagal keh ke pukare,
mujhko nahi koi bhi chinta,
mera man sada hi prabhu naam uchaare..

Ram naam se prem hai mujhko,
Krishna naam se aanand mujhko,
nij naam ab bisar gya hai,
Hari naam hi sumiran mujhko..

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