The stars are wrapped in a silk sari, and your face radiates light. Morning tea is intoxicating only because of you. Sitting in the garden, sipping tea—what a delicate morning, made better by our little habits. Good morning, everyone.
May your morning shine with the sun’s rays, your life bloom like a fragrant garden, and your face glow with the radiance of worship. May every morning bring you abundant happiness. Good morning to all family members. Radhe Radhe. Har Har Mahadev.
Krishna looks adorable sitting on a swing in his Vrindavan forest, playing a sweet melody on his flute. A peacock and rabbit nearby listen peacefully. Radhe Radhe. Good evening, everyone.
In the glow of Prem Mandir, my heart found refuge. Chanting Radha’s name, our eyes filled with tears this morning. Good evening, everyone. Radhe Radhe. Har Har Mahadev.
I bow to Lord Gajanan; the dust of Your feet is as sacred as sandalwood. Victory to Lord Gajanan. Good morning, everyone. Radhe Radhe. Har Har Mahadev.