Rupa Goswami has written this song “Mukunda Murali Rava Sravana”. The official name of this song is Volume 6 Vrndavanastakam. This song is taken from the book Stavamala. In this song, Rupa Goswami describes the glories of Vrndavana and prays to Vrndavana for being His shelter.
su-gandhir anilena me saranam astu vrndatavi
vikuntha-pura-samsrayad vipinato 'pi nihsreyasat
sahasra-gunitam sriyam praduhati rasa-sreyasim
caturmukha-mukhair api sprhita-tarna-dehodbhava
jagad-gurubhir agrimaih saranam astu vrndatavi
dvirepha-kula-vandita saranam astu vrndatavi
ksanadyuti-ghana-sriyor vraja-navina-yunoh padaih
su-valgubhir alankrta lalita-laksma-laksmi-bharaih
vrta kisalayankuraih saranam astu vrndatavi
rasajna-mrga-mandala saranam astu vrndatavi
lata-khaga-mrgangana saranam astu vrndatavi
prayoga-vidhi-saksini saranam astu vrndatavi
vrajasya sahajena me saranam astu vrndatavi
guna-smarana-kari yah pathati susthu padyastakam
vasan vyasana-mukta-dhir anisam atra sad-vasanah
sa pita-vasane vasi ratim avapya vikridati
(1) May Vrndavana, which is fragrant with a gentle breeze that makes the lotuses in the Yamuna rock to and fro, where there are groves of kadamba trees and there are manygopis, their hearts blossoming with happiness by hearing the music of Lord Mukunda's flute, be my shelter.
(2) May Vrndavana, where Lord Brahma and other jagad-gurus desire to be born even as a blade of grass, and which, even though it is a forest, are many thousands of times more opulent, beautiful, charming, and sweet than the spiritual cities of Vaikuntha, be my shelter.
(3) May Vrndavana, where the fragrance of the eternally blossoming flower vines fills the goddess of fortune with wonder, and where the bumblebees in the trees filled with very sweet honey are poets who bow down and recite eloquent prayers, be my shelter.
(4) May Vrndavana, which is decorated with blades of grass that bear the charming, gracefully marked footprints and playful toenail prints of the youthful divine couple of Vraja, who are as glorious as a monsoon cloud and lightning, be my shelter.
(5) May Vrndavana, where the moving and inert creatures celebrate a festival of great happiness by seeing the glory of Srimati Radharani's beautiful pastimes, and where the deer taste the nectar of Lord Krsna's sweet flute-music, be my shelter.
(6) May Vrndavana, where the peacocks leap and dance to see the prince of Vraja, who is more charming than a host of monsoon clouds, and where the does, birds, and flowering vines become jubilant to hear Srimati Radharani proudly claim the forest as Her property, be my shelter.
(7) May Vrndavana, which is splendid with the expert skill in lover's quarrels of Srimati Radharani, the best of all virtuous heroines, and which is the witness to the gracefully dancing feet of Lord Krsna, the teacher of fine arts to the three worlds, be my shelter.
(8) May Vrndavana, where is Govardhana Hill, which is fortunate to be the best servant of Lord Hari, and where is the rasa dance arena, which fills the beautiful gopis with wonder, and where is the splendid sweetness of many charming forest groves, be my shelter.
(9) A person who resides here in Vrndavana, whose heart is free from sin, who controls his senses, who always stays with the devotees, and who carefully reads these eight verses, which bring to mind the transcendental virtues of Vrndavana, the best of all forest gardens, will attain love for and enjoy transcendental pastimes with Lord Krsna.