GOPI JANA VALLABHA TUMI PRIYA
KAḾSA SÚDAN MANOCÁRI
BHÁŚÁR ATIITE CITI GOKULETE
NIYATA HÁSICHO HE MURÁRI
KAḾSA SÚDAN MANOCÁRI
ARUPE RAYECHE ARÚPA ÁBHÁS
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ARUPE RAYECHE ARÚPA ÁBHÁS
O CÁNDE KARENÁ KABHU RÁHU GRÁS
O KRŚŃA CANDRA HRDI ÁKÁSHA
MAINJULÁNILE DEY BHARI
KAḾSA SÚDAN MANOCÁRI
VINATI SATATA CARAŃA RÁTULE
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VINATI SATATA CARAŃA RÁTULE
THEKO MOR SÁTHE PALE ANUPALE
NÁCÁO ÁMÁRE SEI TÁLE TÁLE
JE TÁLE BÁJÁLE SE BÁNSARI
KAḾSA SÚDAN MANOCÁRI
GOPI JANA VALLABHA TUMI PRIYA
KAḾSA SÚDAN MANOCÁRI
O dear darling of the Gopiis, killer of the demon Kam’sa and moving in the mind. O
Mura’ri, You are beyond the language and smile always in the mental Gokul. Staying
formless with indistinct presence, that moon is never devoured by the demon Ra’hu. That
Krsna Candra fills the sky of my heart with soft, pleasing breeze. I continuously
pray at Your red feet. Stay with me each moment. Make me dance to that rhythm with which
You play Your flute.