TOMÁR PHELE ÁSÁ
CARAŃ DHÚLI E VRAJA RAJO
MÁTHÁY CHÚNTE ÁSE
CHÚT́E GOPI JANA ÁJAO
E VRAJ RAJO
KRIŚŃA TOMÁY BHÁLOBÁSI
TOMÁR NÁME KÁNDI HÁSI
MANTRA MUGDHA JIIVA UDBHIDA
TOMÁR NÁME NÁCE ÁJO
E VRAJA RAJO
JE KATHÁT́I JÁY NÁ KAHÁ JE
VYATHÁT́I JÁY NÁ SAHÁ
E VRINDÁVAN RIKTA MOHAN
JADIO MANE ÁJO RÁJO
E VRAJA RAJO
O Lord Krsna,
Your devotees,
the Gopis of the land of Vraja,
even to this day,
want to touch with their head
the dust that was touched by Your feet.
O Krsna,
I love You,
I laugh and cry at Your name.
All flora and fauna,
even to this day,
dances to Your name in enchantment.
The facts that cannot be told,
the pain that cannot be borne,
linger on in a Vrindavana without Mohan,
who is to be enthroned in the mind.