आरती कुंजबिहारी की, श्री गिरिधर कृष्णमुरारी की॥
गले में बैजंती माला, बजावै मुरली मधुर बाला।
श्रवण में कुंडल झलकाला, नंद के आनंद नंदलाला।
गगन सम अंग कांति काली, राधिका चमक रही आली।
लतन में ठाढ़े बनमाली;
भ्रमर सी अलक, कस्तूरी तिलक, चंद्र सी झलक;
ललित छवि श्यामा प्यारी की॥ श्री गिरिधर कृष्णमुरारी की॥
कनकमय मोर मुकुट बिलसै, देवता दरसन को तरसैं।
गगन सों सुमन रासि बरसै;
बजे मुरचंग, मधुर मिरदंग, ग्वालिन संग;
अतुल रति गोप कुमारी की॥ श्री गिरिधर कृष्णमुरारी की॥
जहाँ ते प्रकट भई गंगा, कलुष कलि हारिणि श्रीगंगा।
स्मरन ते होत मोह भंगा;
बसी सिव सीस, जटा के बीच, हरै अघ कीच;
चरन छवि श्रीबनवारी की॥ श्री गिरिधर कृष्णमुरारी की॥
चमकती उज्ज्वल तट रेनू, बज रही वृंदावन बेनू।
चहुँ दिसि गोपि ग्वाल धेनू;
हँसत मृदु मंद, चाँदनी चंद, कटत भव फंद;
टेर सुन दीन भिखारी की॥ श्री गिरिधर कृष्णमुरारी की॥
Arti Kunjbihari ki, Shri Giridhar Krishnamurari ki.
Gale mein baijanti mala, bajavai murli madhur bala,
shravan mein kundal jhalkala, Nand ke anand Nandlala,
gagan sam ang kanti kali, Radhika chamak rahi ali,
latan mein thadhe Banmali;
bhramar si alak, kasturi tilak, chandra si jhalak;
lalit chhavi Shyama pyari ki. Shri Giridhar Krishnamurari ki.
Kanakmay mor mukut bilsai, devta darsan ko tarsain,
gagan son suman rasi barsai;
baje murchang, madhur mirdang, gvalin sang;
atul rati gop kumari ki. Shri Giridhar Krishnamurari ki.
Jahan te prakat bhai Ganga, kalush kali harini Shri Ganga,
smaran te hot moh bhanga;
basi Siv sis, jata ke bich, harai agh kich;
charan chhavi Shri Banvari ki. Shri Giridhar Krishnamurari ki.
Chamakti ujjval tat renu, baj rahi Vrindavan benu,
chahun disi gopi gval dhenu;
hansat mridu mand, chandni chand, katat bhav phand;
ter sun din bhikhari ki. Shri Giridhar Krishnamurari ki.
Meaning
Aarti to the one who roams the bowers, to Shri Giridhar, Krishna, slayer of Mura.
A vaijayanti garland at his throat, the young one plays the sweet flute; earrings glitter at his ears, Nanda’s darling, the joy of Nanda. His body is dark as the sky, and beside him Radhika shines, my friend. The wearer of the forest garland stands among the creepers: curls like black bees, a musk tilak, a glow like the moon. Lovely is the beauty of Shyama’s beloved.
The golden peacock crown gleams, and the devas long for his darshan; heaps of flowers rain from the sky. The murchang and the sweet mridang play, with the gopis around him: matchless is the love of the cowherd maidens.
From his feet the Ganga came forth, the holy Ganga who removes the stain of Kali. Remembering her breaks delusion; she lives on Shiva’s head among his matted locks and washes away the mire of sin. Such is the beauty of Shri Banvari’s feet.
The bright sand of the riverbank sparkles, the flute of Vrindavan is playing, gopis, cowherds and cows on every side. He laughs softly, a moonlight moon, cutting the snares of worldly life: hear the call of this poor beggar.
About this bhajan
Traditional; the author is not known. This is the aarti of Krishna sung at midnight on Janmashtami as the curtain opens on the newborn Lord, and every evening in Krishna temples of the north. Each stanza is a small painting of Vrindavan, ending in a quick run of three short rhyming phrases before the refrain, and the third stanza recalls the Bhagavata’s teaching that the Ganga flows from Bhagwan’s feet and rests in Shiva’s locks. The text follows Bharat Discovery’s transcription, which agrees with common printed aarti collections.
Traditional aarti; text as on Bharat Discovery (Bharatkosh), agreeing with common printed aarti collections