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—धुरिया। खल काम छली हिय हल कुशूल करें न तिया छवि की छुरिया। धुनि ध्याय सुमूरति सूरति नाम सजे सुखधाम भजे तुरिया। अलि पंकज ज्यों पगि प्रेम पिये मन राम सिया मुख माधुरिया॥११०॥ नैन लली के मनौं नलिनी अलि लाल के लोचन हैं अनुगामी। राम सु नीरद नैनसिया पपीहा छावे प्यास पगे अभिरामी॥ राम सु स्वामी सियाके सिया प्रिय-प्रानप्रिया दोउ पूरन कामी। हैं रसरंगमणी के जिया जग रामसिया सुखदायक स्वामी॥१११॥ श्रीअवधेश कहें सुत सों कुबेरेश समान को प्यार करा करो। बाहन भूषण भावै सो देहु उनेहू पे चूक न चित्त धरा करो॥ हें सुखचन्द चकोर तुम्हारे निहारे जियें दृगते न टरा करो। कै अपनी समता सबहीं रसरंगमनी मनमोद भरा करो॥११२॥ ॥ सवैया ॥ लगी है लगी लगनी अगनी बिन मीत मिले हिय जोर जगी है। जगी है जगी जुलमी जियमें रसरंगमनी भवभीति भगी है॥ भगी है भगी कुलकानि सयानप बुद्धि अयानप हाट दगी है। दगी है दगी मति रामहिं के कर सीय कृपा की कटाक्ष लगी है॥११३॥ ईश सोई जो सबै कर शासक दीस सोई हरिमाया पसारो। देव सोई जो शुभाशुभ कर्मन को फलदायक मीठहूँ खारो॥ ब्रह्म सोई जो बड़ो सबते प्रभु व्यापक एके ते होत अपारो। राम सोई रसरंग सु स्वामि रटे मुख नाम लगे अति प्यारो॥११४॥ ॥ छन्द मंजु ॥ रामलाल के लाले लोचन ललित प्रेम के प्याले हैं। जे निज—
Fresh English translation
—be the bearer of beautiful compassion. Let the dagger of a woman's beauty not stir the heart into the turmoil of wicked, deceitful desire. Meditate on that beautiful form and image; adorn yourself with the Name, worship the abode of bliss and enter the fourth state. Like a bee settled on a lotus and drinking love, let the mind drink the sweetness of the faces of Rāma and Sītā. (110) The Lady's eyes are like bees upon lotuses, and the Beloved's eyes follow hers. Rāma is the rain-cloud and Sītā's eyes are thirsty rain-birds, lovely and steeped in longing. Rāma is Sītā's master and Sītā is her Beloved's life-beloved; both are fully accomplished in desire. In Rasarangamaṇi's heart, Sītā and Rāma are the world's bliss-giving sovereigns. (111) Lord of Ayodhyā, tell your son: love your friend as though he were Kubera. Give him whatever vehicle and ornament pleases him, and do not let your mind begrudge that affection. I am a cakora bird and you the moon of bliss; let me live by gazing at you, and never withdraw from my eyes. Or, making me like yourself, fill Rasarangamaṇi's mind with joy. (112) The flame of longing has caught fire; without meeting my Friend it has blazed fiercely in my heart. It has risen in this suffering heart, Rasarangamaṇi, and the fear of worldly becoming has fled. Family shame and worldly cleverness have fled; unknowing reason has been scorched away. The mind is burned into Rāma's hands because Sītā's gracious sidelong glance has fallen upon it. (113) He alone is Lord who governs all; this visible world is the expansion of Hari's Māyā. He alone is divine who gives the sweet and bitter fruits of good and evil deeds. He alone is Brahman who is greater than all—the one all-pervading Lord who becomes boundless plurality. For Rasaranga, that one is Rāma, the beloved master: repeat his name and let deep love arise. (114) The red eyes of dear Rāmalāla are cups of lovely love. Those who, with their own—