ÁMÁR KÁNU ÁMÁR CHILO
ÁMÁRAI THEKE JÁBE ÁJIIVANA
ÁMÁR KHUSHII KÁNNÁ HÁNSI
TÁR BÁNSHARIIR MADHUR RAŃANA
ÁMÁRAI THEKE JÁBE ÁJIIVANA
VRINDÁVANER VANE VANE
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VRINDÁVANER VANE VANE
CETAN LIILÁY GOVARDHANE
RÁKHÁL RÁJER SIḾHÁSANER
MAN BHRAMARÁY TÁRAI GUINJAN
ÁMI ÁCHI CHILUM JEMAN
SE PRIYA MOR KENO EMAN
KÁCHE THEKEO MELE NÁ NAYAN
BUJHI NÁ TÁR LIILÁR DHARAŃ
ÁMÁRAI THEKE JÁBE ÁJIIVANA
SE ÁCHE ÁR ÁMI ÁCHI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SE ÁCHE ÁR ÁMI ÁCHI
MANE MILE MAN PEYECHI
BÁKII JAGAT BHÚLE GECHI
MORE T́ENECHE SE ARÚPA RATAN
ÁMÁRAI THEKE JÁBE ÁJIIVANA
ÁMÁR KÁNU ÁMÁR CHILO
ÁMÁRAI THEKE JÁBE ÁJIIVANA
My Krsna was mine and would remain mine for the whole life. My joy, cries and smiles
are sweet resonance of His smile. In the gardens of Vrnda’van, the lively rocks of
Govardhan mountain, over the throne of the King of cowherds, and mental bee, is His
resonance. The way I am surviving, how is that Dear’s style? Even after coming close, He
does not look eye to eye, I do not understand the mode of His illusive game, liila’. He
is there and I am there, merging my mind into His, I get His mind. I have forgotten the
rest of the world as the incomparable gem has pulled me.