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maian khya sachamuch galati kar raha hooan, nath, jo us shvarg din ki asha mean apane jirn jivan ke din b de maje se gina karata hooan, jis din aj ke in anek prachalit mat-majahaboan ke shthan par tumhhare us vanshi-ninaandit ananht madhumay prem dharm ka hi akhanhd samrajhy ya akhil shvarajhy yah sanhtapht sansar apani dhuandhali aankhoan se paritripht ho dekhega ? meri yah ajib si asha khya kabhi poori hogi, tum poori karani chaho, to abhi kar sakate ho, prabho ! dikhana chaho to yah bhi ek apane prem ka nirala sa najara dikha sakate ho, krishhn, is bhooli-bhataki bavali duniya ko. mere krishhn ! khianch lo mujhe ab to apani or mera asahay hath pak dakar. aj, kahian pata lagate-lagate tumhhean is mohan-mandir mean khojane aya hooan. ab to n chhipo. yah kaisa sunhdar mandir hai ! is mohan mandir ke anhdar mean khya–khya dekhata hooan ! isamean gokul gaanv aur vrinhdavan bhi hai aur mathura aur dvaraka bhi hai ! yahian ayodhhya aur mithila bhi hai aur kashi aur avantika bhi haian ! aur, aian ! yahian makhka aur jeroosalem bhi haian !! phyare krishhn ! khya is dil ke mandir mean bhi tum n miloge ? ho nahian sakata– yah mandir eeant paththar ya sone chaandi ka mamooli mandir nahian hai. yah to dardile dil ka maujabhara mera mohan mandir hai.
jaroor tum yahaan apana vah phyara didar dikhaoge, jaroor yahaan tum apani vah rasabhari baansuri sunaoge. tumhhari kripabhari ki deri hai, sarakar, darshan doge aur phir doge. haan, ab anht mean tumhhari kripa hi to mukhhy hai. par kripa bhi, phyare tum usi tadiy jan par karate ho, jisake pavitr hriday ke anhdar tumhhare aur tumhhari srishti ke liye du:kh aur dard hota hai, kuchh ah aur kasak hoti hai. usi dard divane ko tum apana phyar didar dete ho, usi pir-pagale ko tum apani murali sunate ho. ham jaise patit papiyoan aur dushht-dambhiyoan ke bhaghy mean kahaan hai tumhhare punit prem ka vah durlabh rasananhd ? phir bhi ashanvit haian ! nath, tumhhari us param kripa ke ananhy adhikari khya ham bhi kabhi ho sakeange ?
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