PRÁŃER GOPÁL PRIITIR GULÁL
BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
TOMÁR TARE ÁSHÁ BHARE
ÁCHI CEYE BHEJÁ NAYANE
BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
CÁI NÁ TOMÁR KÁCHE KICHUI
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CÁI NÁ TOMÁR KÁCHE KICHUI
CÁI JE TOMÁR KÁCHE NITÚI
TOMÁR HÁSI MOHAN BÁNSHII
BHÁSE NITYA VRINDÁVANE
BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
ESO ÁMÁR KÁCHE PRIYA
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ESO ÁMÁR KÁCHE PRIYA
DÚRE SARE KABHU NÁ JEO
TUMI CHÁŔÁ SARVA HÁRÁ
HOI JE ÁMI KENO KE JÁNE
BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
PRÁŃER GOPÁL PRIITIR GULÁL
BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
O Gopal,
the coloured powder of festivity,
in my mental garden
You are the darling of my feelings.
For You, I remain full of hope, with tears in my eyes.
I do not want anything from You.
I only want You close to me forever.
Your smile and charming flute float in Vrindavan.
O beloved,
come close to me.
Never go away far.
Leaving You, I lose everything.
Why? Nobody knows.