4360 (23/05/1988) TRI (Krsna)


ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY
ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY

YAMUNÁR SAEKATE KADAMBA KALITE
MÁDHURII BAHIÁ CALE JÁY
ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY

KE ÁCHO GOPIKÁ TVARÁ ESO GÁGARI HÁTE
JIIVAN DOLÁY DOLO MADHUMÁSERI E PRÁTE
GUINJÁMALÁ GENTHE KUMKUM ÁBIR SÁTHE
NECE CALO SIINJITA PÁY
ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY

BÁR BÁR E SUYOGA ÁSITEO NÁHI PÁRE
BHAVAN SHIKHIR SAMA MANANA ÁVESHA BHARE
EK KE KENDRA KARE ANEK NRITYA KARE
PARIMAL MALAY VÁY
ÁJI BÁNSHURI BÁJÁLO SHYÁM RÁY







O Shya’mra’y, today You played the flute. Into the sands of Yamuna’ river, in the
buds of kadamba, sweetness goes on flowing. Who are the devotees, gopika’s, come quickly
with pitchers in hands. On this spring morning, oscillate on the swing of life. With
threaded garland of guinja’, a red and black seed, along with red coloured powders, and
vermilion, You go on dancing with ankle bells in the feet. This opportunity does not come
again and again, like the peacock in home, the mind is full of impulse. Making One as
nucleus, several dance with sandal fragrance in air.