The word Hit holds a tenderness that resists translation. It is love, but not the ordinary kind. It is the love that softens the world, the love through which Shri Radha Rani reveals herself. Among Her eight divine sakhis, one is known as Hit Sajni Ju, an embodiment of devotional affection. Shri Harivansh is revered as the incarnation of both Radha’s beloved flute and Her Hit Sajni, a mystery of sweetness and surrender woven into one.
His earthly lineage holds its own quiet sanctity. For generations, his family devoted themselves to the service of Shri Radha Mohan Ji. They lived in Devvan, in the Saharanpur district of Uttar Pradesh, belonging to the ancient Kashyap gotra. His ancestors were known for scholarship, devotion, and a life shaped by sacred discipline.
Among them stood Himkar Mishra, blessed with nine sons. The fifth, Vyas Mishra Ji, possessed extraordinary insight so refined that he could read the course of a person’s life like scripture. His wife, Tara Rani Ji, matched his spiritual depth with a heart tuned to devotion. The eldest brother, Keshav Das Ji, walked the path of renunciation early on and became Narsingh Ashram Swami Ji Maharaj, a saint dwelling in Haridwar.
Vyas Mishra Ji’s renown grew so brightly that the ruler of Delhi summoned him for counsel. So impressed was the king that he made Vyas Ji the royal priest and offered a vast monthly honorarium. Yet Vyas Ji remained a pilgrim of love rather than power. He visited only when necessary, returning swiftly to the presence of his Thakur, Shri Radha Mohan Ji.
In the midst of all this honor, Tara Rani Ji carried a quiet sorrow. There was no child to inherit the family’s devotional service. At her request, Vyas Ji longed to seek blessings from his saintly elder brother, but distance made it impossible. So he turned inward and prayed to his Thakur for guidance.
What happened next belonged not to the ordinary world.
While bathing in the sacred Ganga at Haridwar, Narsingh Ashram Ji wished he could offer the holy waters to Shri Radha Mohan Ji back home. At that very moment, the deity in Vyas Ji’s home was found bathed in pure Ganga water. A miracle with the scent of Vrindavan upon it. The longing of the saint had reached the Lord, and the Lord had answered.
The brothers reunited soon after. When they spoke of Tara Rani Ji’s longing for a child, Narsingh Ashram Ji entered deep meditation. In that stillness, a divine vision blossomed. Shri Ji and Thakur Ji assured him that they would take birth in Vyas Mishra’s home. Not merely as a blessing, but as an incarnation../the very flute of Shri Krishna, descending to guide hearts back to divine love.
With this assurance, Narsingh Ashram Ji instructed the couple to live with heightened purity and discipline. Tara Rani Ji soon radiated signs of a sacred pregnancy. Her demeanor glowed with an inner light, a hint of the soul she carried.
Even when the royal summons arrived, Vyas Ji chose to remain near his wife. The king, recognizing the sacredness of the moment, allowed it. In time, a pilgrimage was arranged with the royal family from Delhi to Mathura, across the dust of Brij, toward Agra.
It was during this devotional journey, near the village of Bad Gaon, that destiny unfolded. The season was Basant Ritu, the air fragrant and new. It was Shukla Paksha Ekadashi. The morning sun rose beneath Anuradha Nakshatra on a serene Monday. Devotees sang, their hearts stirred by a joy they could not name.
In that blessed moment, Mahaprabhu Shri Hit Harivansh Ji Maharaj took birth—an incarnation carrying Radha’s love into the world, a living reminder that the divine plays through human lives with astonishing tenderness.
To remember his birth is to remember that love itself is sacred, that devotion is a path walked with the softness of a flute’s song, and that every soul carries a spark longing to return to Vrindavan’s eternal embrace.