VRAJER GOPÁL CALE JÁY
KOTHÁ THEKE KOTHÁY
NRITYER TÁLE NABHAH MANDRILE
SMRITIR PASARÁ PHELE JÁY
KOTHÁ THEKE KOTHÁY
JÁNI MOR KÁNU JÁY NÁKO KABHU
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JÁNI MOR KÁNU JÁY NÁKO KABHU
HIYÁR ANTARE SADÁ HÁSE TABU
COKHE NÁ DEKHIÁ MANANE SMARIÁ
KÁCHE KI DÚRE BOJHÁ DÁY
KOTHÁ THEKE KOTHÁY
BHÁVA MISHE JÁY KATA MAHÁBHÁVE
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BHÁVA MISHE JÁY KATA MAHÁBHÁVE
ABHÁVER BODHA HÁRÁY SVABHÁVE
ÁMI, KÚLA HÁRÁ TARII AKULETE GHÚRI
GOKULER MAN MAŃIKÁY
KOTHÁ THEKE KOTHÁY
VRAJER GOPÁL CALE JÁY
KOTHÁ THEKE KOTHÁY
That Gopal of the land of Vraja moves on.
From where to where?
Vibrating the sky through the rhythm of dance,
He scatters articles of memories.
I know that my Krsna never leaves.
Rather, He always smiles within my heart.
Not seeing Him with one’s eyes,
only remembering Him in one’s mind,
it is very difficult to understand whether He is near or far.
As thoughts merge into that great ideation
feelings of scarcity become lost in their own characteristics.
Like a shoreless boat,
I go round without a shore,
in my mental gem-studded Gokula.