Śrī Kṛṣṇa Āratī

āratī kuñja bihāri kī - śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murārī kī

gale meṁ vaijantī mālā – bajāve muralī madhura

balā śravaṇa meṁ kuṇḍala jhala-kālā

danta kī paṅkti – bhāra śate kanti – mile ati śānti

nanda ke ānanda nanda-lālā kī

śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murārī kī

We sing this arati to Lord Krishna (Kunj Bihari), who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens. He has a garland from Lord Vishnu around his neck. Who as a child plays a melodious flute, who has shining hoops in his ears, a dear one of Nanda, who is a cloud of happiness. The moon for the village of Vraja, dear to Radhika. Who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens.

āratī kuñja bihāri kī - śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murari kī

gagana sama āṅga kānti kālī – rādhikā camaka

rahī ālī latana meṁ ṭhāḍhe vanamālī

bramara sī alaka – kastūrī tilaka – candra sī jhalaka

lalita chavi śyāmā pyārī kī

śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murārī kī

We sing this arati to Lord Krishna (Kunj Bihari), who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens. Who has a body like clouds and a dark complexion, who has a shining friend, who stands in the creepers and the shrubs, who has dark locks of hair, a wild turmeric mark on his forehead, whose glance is like the moon, the dear one of Shyama. Who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens.

āratī kuñja bihāri kī - śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murari kī

kanakamaya mora mukuṭa bilase – devatā

darśana ko tara-seṁ gagana soṁ sumana rāśi

bara-seṁ

baje murcaṅga – madhura mṛdanga – gvālinī

saṅga

atula rati gopa kumārī kī

śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murārī kī

We sing this arati to Lord Krishna (Kunj Bihari), who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens. He has a gold crown of peacock feathers, who the demi-gods flock for a glimpse of, who is showered with flowers from the sky, the harp and drums play when he is with the cow maids, who has immeasurable charm, who is the child of Gopa. Who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens.

āratī kuñja bihāri kī - śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murari kī

jahām̐ se prakaṭa bha-ī gaṅgā – kaluṣa kalī hāriṇi

śrī gaṅgā smarana-se hota moha baṅgā

basī śiva śīśa – jaṭā ke bīca – hare agha kīca

caraṇa chavi śrī banavāri kī

śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murārī kī

We sing this arati to Lord Krishna (Kunj Bihari), who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens. Where his feet land, the river Ganga flows. The river Ganga washes away all the dirt from within us, the river which destroys desire, the river that is matted in Lord Shiva’s hair. He who is Banvari. Who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens.

āratī kuñja bihāri kī - śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murari kī

camakatī ujjvala taṭa reṇū – bajā rahī vṛndāvana

benū cahum̐ diśi gopī gvāla dhenū

ham̐ sata mṛdu mande – cāndanī canda – kaṭata

bhava phanda ṭera suno dīna bhikhārī kī

śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murārī kī

We sing this arati to Lord Krishna (Kunj Bihari), who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens. The flowers are blooming on the banks of the Yamuna, the flutes are playing in Vrindavan, the moon is smiling its moonlight, there are cows, milkmen and milkmaids everywhere. The shackles of life are destroyed upon hearing the songs of Sri Krishna, who destroys the grief of the weak. Who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens.

āratī kuñja bihāri kī

śrī giridhara kṛṣṇa murārī kī

We sing this arati to Lord Krishna (Kunj Bihari), who is Giridhari who roams in the gardens.