Skip to main content

FAIR BEAUTY by Braja Sorensen

From the editor: Today is Radhastami, or the appearance day of the Supreme Goddess, Radha, in the Bhakti Yoga Tradition, celebrated by millions all around the world. Happy Radhasthami!  

This poem is based of the divine qualities of Srimati Radharani, or the Supreme Feminine Divine; the Goddess, in the bhakti yoga tradition...

Fair Beauty
by Braja Sorensen

Radhika, Queen of Vraja-dhama
Replete with qualities, full of charm,
Krishna’s darling, Varshana’s girl, 
The reigning queen of all three worlds.

O child of Varshana, fair and sweet,
We pray now at Your lotus feet,
One drop of bhakti please bestow,
That service to You we may always know.

‘Tis sweetness she personifies, 
A fresh young girl with restless eyes,
Bright smiles grace her lotus face,
Krishna is maddened by her taste.

Sri Radha’s voice, a sweet, clear sound,
Her lilting song makes His heart pound,
Expert in every female art,
Her love has bound Sri Krishna’s heart.

O child of Varshana, fair and sweet,
We pray now at your lotus feet,
One drop of bhakti please bestow,
That service to you we may always know.

Auspicious marks adorn Her form,
From Krishna’s side She cannot be torn;
Shy and gentle, ever-sweet,
The world bows to Her lotus feet.

Her modesty, known far and wide,
Matched only by Her gentle side,
Always patient, very grave,
With elders She knows how to behave.

O child of Varshana, fair and sweet,
We pray now at Your lotus feet,
One drop of bhakti please bestow,
That service to You we may always know.

The shelter of all devotees,
Who beg before Her on their knees,
“One drop of bhakti please bestow,
Upon this fallen helpless soul!”

Her silken cloth is sheer perfection,
To all She gives Her pure affection,
Obliged by the love of Her dear friends,
To please them She’ll go to all ends.

By Krishna alone She is enjoyed
But cunning still, with Him She toys
Yet always She is merciful
She is Krishna’s favorite girl.

O child of Varshana, fair and sweet,
We pray now at Your lotus feet,
One drop of bhakti please bestow,
That service to You we may always know.

All the residents of Gokula,
Deposit their love in Her in full,
Her heart the abode of pure bhakti,
Her love for Krishna is plain to see

O child of Varshana, fair and sweet,
We pray now at Your lotus feet,
One drop of bhakti please bestow,
That service to You we may always know.

The poem is based on the 25 qualities of Srimati Radharani:

1)  She is sweetness personified;
2)  She is a fresh young girl;
3)  Her eyes are always moving;
4)  She is always brightly smiling;
5)  She possesses all auspicious marks on Her body;
6)  She can agitate Krishna by the flavor of Her person;
7)  She is expert in the art of singing;
8)  She can speak very nicely and sweetly;
9)  She is expert in presenting feminine attractions;
10) She is modest and gentle;
11) She is always very merciful;
12) She is transcendentally cunning;
13) She knows how to dress nicely;
14) She is always shy;
15) She is always respectful;
16) She is always patient;
17) She is very grave;
18) She is enjoyed by Krishna;
19) She is always situated on the highest devotional platform;
20) She is the abode of love of the residents of Gokula;
21) She can give shelter to all kinds of devotees
22) She is always affectionate to superiors and inferiors;
23) She is always obliged by the dealings of her associates
24) She is the greatest among Krishna's girlfriends
25) She always keeps Krishna under her control

I am a writer, author, poet, photographer, home-brewed gourmand and cow lover hailing from the beaches of Australia. I’ve lived in on the banks of the sacred Ganges River in Mayapur, West Bengal, since the turn of the century. Lost & Found in India was first published in India in 2013 (Hay House International), then rereleased internationally in 2015 (Torchlight Publications). It was my first mainstream book, the second is Mad & Divine (2015). I have other published works in the Vaishnava genre: 18 Days: Sri Panca-tattva’s Mayapur-lila (2004), and India & Beyond: Plane Reading for Part-time Babajis (2012). I worked for some years on a nine-volume treatise on the sacred lands of India through the Vaishnava perspective of pastime, pilgrimage, and philosophy, Nava-vraja-mahima, authored by Sivarama Swami (Lal Publishing, 2013). I am currently working on five books for publication in 2015 & 2016: Of Noble Blood, my first novel; Yoga In The Gita, a series I worked on for two years with writing partner Catherine GhoshKavita: A Search for Transcendence, my first novella; A Conscious Life, an A-Z daily handbook from the Bhagavad-gita, and A River Runs Through Me: Outer Trauma, Inner Healing. I write regularly for several online and print magazines internationally while waiting for Vogue to see the light and give me a damned column…

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. This poem so sweetly and beautifully describes Radha's qualities and the desire in the devotee's heart to enter into her service. Thank you so much for sharing this here, dear Braja, and making it the grand start to what has been a most fruitful and fulfilling poetry project this year, by Radha's mercy! And that of her sevakis, like you. Jaya Sri Radhe!

  2. Wow. Just wow. I was going to make something like this a project for today, but anything I tried would be a faint shadow of this gem. Braja-sevaki at her best, living up to her name. Jaya Radhe!

    1. Oh how kind of you to say that, Swamiji....thank you....

  3. Very much appreciated. Jaya Sri Radhe


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I AM STILL HERE by Janavi Held


This was composed by a very gifted and beautiful soul: a regular contributor to our poetry project, and dear friend of mine, Janavi Held, whose life is gradually being taken from us by an incurable illness. She has been suffering from Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and Internal Adhesions for six painful years now, and neither her insurance nor the government healthcare will help her. She reaches out to us, her sisters, as a last plea. This is a poem she wrote yesterday on her birthday, in which she offers us the gift of her friendship. May it touch your generous hearts and inspire you to reach out to her in her plight.

Dear Friends,

The last time I was able to leave the house was by ambulance on my way to the hospital. After many long hours in the emergency room I was admitted and taken upstairs. After everyone left I sat on the hospital bed, knees to chest, bracing my body against the pain and trembling.

The light of this cold day was fading. I turned my eyes to the la…

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness…
Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience.  Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Gather all of life into your inner c…

DEPRESSION by Veronica Carpenter

Here goes my vulnerability A heart on a sleeve The typical person who looks at me May not see the same me that I live with daily The mind in the air, swirling with possibility When the darkness rallies/gathers/swirls When I am left to solitude This paper-thin garb unzips Here comes depression          
No I don’t want to advertise So flash a smile Those who are close get to see Through the veil, it’s really not that thick Circumstances in life like to stab at the rib Stumble, fall behind the door Shut out the world Feelings well and weigh down Strength hidden deep in the core So deep that sometimes it’s forgotten Here comes the darkness My old friend Sweeping through my every move  Doubts, fears, un-named masked men Oozing like honey, sticking to everything
Patience is required to get on this ride There is a cycle but its pattern is unknown Slowly my gift will unwrap itself Stay on the path Coming back to that which never truly left me Just laid sleeping out of exhaustion from the fight Dormant in winter…