NÁ PELE TOMÁRE HARI
VRTHÁ VRNDÁVANE GHURI
DEKHÁ NÁHI DILE YADI
VRITHÁI BÁNDHÁ KABARII
VRTHÁ VRNDÁVANE GHURI
KHUNJECHI YAMUNÁ TAT́E
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KHUNJECHI YAMUNÁ TAT́E
ADHUVANE VANSHII VAT́E
KUNJA VANE SAUNGOPANE
VRAJA PARIKRAMÁ KARI
VRITHÁ VRINDÁVANE GHURI
TAMÁL SHÁLMALII MULE
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TAMÁL SHÁLMALII MULE
NIIP NIKUNJE GOKULE
SHEŚE DEKHI MAN DEULE
HÁSO PRIITI UTSÁRI
VRITHÁ VRINDÁVANE GHURI
NÁ PELE TOMÁRE HARI
VRTHÁ VRNDÁVANE GHURI
O Lord, Hari, on not finding You, I uselessly wandered in Vrndavan. You were not seen and
I uselessly decorated my chignon. I searched on the banks of Yamuna’, in sweet garden
in bamboo and banyan groves. Secretly through the shrubs and garden, I revolved around the
land of Vraja. I searched in the roots of tama’l and sha’lmalii trees, in niip groves
and in Gokula. At the end I saw that You were smiling within the temple of mind
scattering love.