लगभग सौ वर्ष पहलेकी बात है। सौराष्ट्रके प्रसिद्ध वैष्णव कवि अभिनव नरसी मेहता- दयाराम भाईने श्रीकृष्ण लीलापर सरस गान लिखकर अपने-आपको अमर कर लिया। उनका समस्त जीवन रास-रसिक नन्दनन्दनके चरणोंपर समर्पित था। वे उन्हींके लिये सारे काम करते थे। उन्हींकी प्रसन्नताके लिये खाते-पीते और कपड़ा पहनते थे। वे कीमती से कीमती कपड़े पहनकर अपने आराध्यदेवका दर्शन करनेके लिये मन्दिरमें जाया करते थे।
एक दिन वे अच्छी तरह बन-ठनकर कहीं जा रहे थे। उनका शरीर बड़ा सुन्दर और मुख कान्तिपूर्ण था । उन्होंने हरी किनारीकी अहमदाबादी धोती पहन रखी थी, बंडी झीनी मलमलकी थी, अँगरखा बड़ा सुन्दर था;सिरपर लाल रंगकी नागरी पगड़ी थी। बगलमें सितार दबाये वे चले जा रहे थे कि किसी मित्रने छेड़ ही तो | दिया कि ‘कहाँ जा रहे हैं ? किसीसे मिलनेका कार्यक्रम तो नहीं है ?’
दयाराम भाईका रोम-रोम मित्रके प्रश्नसे पुलकित हो उठा। आँखोंसे प्रेमाश्रु झरने लगे। वे कुछ आत्म-विभोर होकर जडके समान खड़े रहे। देरतक
“भैया! श्रीकृष्णसे बढ़कर मेरे लिये दूसरा कौन है। उनकी रूप-माधुरीसे बड़ी संसारमें दूसरी वस्तु है ही क्या। आपने कितनी सुन्दर बात पूछी है। बड़े भाग्यसे आपका दर्शन मिल गया। इस समय मैं अपने परमाराध्य प्रियतम श्रीकृष्णसे मिलने जा रहा हूँ।” दयाराम भाईने मित्रके प्रति आभार प्रकट किया और चल पड़े।
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It was about a hundred years back. Saurashtra’s famous Vaishnava poet Abhinav Narsi Mehta-Dayaram Bhai made himself immortal by writing a Saras song on Shri Krishna Leela. His whole life was dedicated at the feet of Ras-Rasik Nandanandan. He used to do all the work for them. Used to eat, drink and wear clothes for their happiness. He used to go to the temple wearing the most expensive clothes to have darshan of his deity.
One day they were going somewhere well dressed. His body was very beautiful and his face was radiant. He was wearing an Ahmedabadi dhoti with green border, the bandi was of thin muslin, the tunic was very beautiful; on the head was a red colored Nagari turban. He was going away with his sitar pressed next to him that some friend had teased him. Gave that ‘Where are you going? There is no program to meet anyone, is it?
Brother Dayaram was thrilled by the question of his friend. Tears of love started falling from the eyes. Somewhat self-absorbed, they stood like a root. till late
“Brother! Who is more important to me than Shri Krishna. Is there anything else in the world greater than His beauty and sweetness? You have asked such a beautiful thing. I got your darshan by great luck. At this time I am going to meet my supremely beloved Shri Krishna.” Dayaram Bhai expressed his gratitude to his friend and left.
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