ELE KII SHYÁM VRINDÁVANE
HAT́HÁT ÁJI PATHER BHÚLE
VAN HARIŃIR VRAJAVÁSINII
GOPIIKÁDER D́ÁKÁR PHALE
HAT́HÁT ÁJI PATHER BHÚLE
CHILO NÁ PHÚL PRAJÁPATI
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CHILO NÁ PHÚL PRAJÁPATI
SANDHYÁTE DEULER VÁTI
CHILO NÁ CÁNDA JYOTSNÁ RÁTI
TUMI ELE SABE ÁNILE
HAT́HÁT ÁJI PATHER BHÚLE
PÚRŃA PRÁŃER ABHISARE
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PÚRŃA PRÁŃER ABHISARE
TAMÁL TARUR TANIMÁRE
UTSAVERAI ÚŚŃA DHÁRE
BHÁVA YAMUNÁY SABE BAHÁLE
HAT́HÁT ÁJI PATHER BHÚLE
ELE KII SHYÁM VRINDÁVANE
HAT́HÁT ÁJI PATHER BHÚLE
Has Krsna, Shya’m come into Vrnda’van today suddenly by ignoring the path, as a
result of calls from devotees, cowherd women living in Vraja, and wild deer’s? There
were no flowers, no butterflies, no lamp in the temples at the evening. There was no moon
or moonlit night, You came, bringing all. With rendezvous of perfect life, and delicate
slimness of Palmyra tree, with warm current of festivity, in the Yamuna’ river of the
feelings, You floated all.