BÁNSHII
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
AHARAHA BÁJE BHULI GRIHA KÁJE
MAN CH’OT́E NADII KINÁRÁY
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
MAYUR CALECHE MELIYÁ KALÁP
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MAYUR CALECHE MELIYÁ KALÁP
VAN HARIŃIIRÁ KARITE ÁLÁP
ALI GUINJARE MADHU SAḾLÁP
KARE CALE KENO PÁPIYÁY
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
KÁR TARE ETA PHÚT́E JÁY PHÚL
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KÁR TARE ETA PHÚT́E JÁY PHÚL
MANER PARÁGE DULIYE DODUL
BHÁVER GOKUL CHANDE ÁKUL
NECE CALE KÁR DYOTANÁY
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
BÁNSHII
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
BÁJIYÁ UT́HILO YAMUNÁY
The flute started playing by the Yamuna river.
It plays continuously,
without caring for whatsoever household work.
My mind rushes to the shore of the river.
The peacock spread its wings.
The wild deer cry out.
The honeybee hums.
Why does the papiya bird keep chirping?
What for do so many flowers bloom,
with mental fragrance swinging to and fro?
The Gokul of feelings is restless with rhythm,
for whom does it go on dancing?