KÁCHE KÁCHE SE RAYECHE
NAI ÁMI EKÁ
RÁTRI DINE SÁNJHA VIHÁNE
BÁJÁYE VEŃUKÁ
AHARNISHI BÁNSHII SHUNE JÁI
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AHARNISHI BÁNSHII SHUNE JÁI
ÁMÁR GOPÁL KOTHÁY SHUDHÁI
VEŃUKÁRI UTSA SE JE BHÁVER ALAKÁ
NAI ÁMI EKÁ
ESO GOPÁL ÁMÁR GHARE
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ESO GOPÁL ÁMÁR GHARE
SUR SEDHECHI TOMÁR TARE
TÁLE LAYE MOR NILAYE
GIITIR TANUKÁ
NAI ÁMI EKÁ
SABÁI TOMÁR LIILÁR SÁTHII
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SABÁI TOMÁR LIILÁR SÁTHII
LIILÁR PHULEI MÁLÁ GÁNTHI
LIILÁRASE JÁI JE BHESE
MADHUMAT RÁKÁ
NAI ÁMI EKÁ
KÁCHE KÁCHE SE RAYECHE
NAI ÁMI EKÁ
He stays close by, I am never alone. Day and night, morning and evening, He plays flute.
Day and night, I go on hearing flute, enquiring where is my Gopa’l. What is the origin
of the flute, that heavenly feeling? O Gopa’l, come to my home, I have rehearsed the
tune for You, in my home fine body of song with rhythm and melody. All are playmates of
Your illusive game, liila’. Threading the garland with flowers of liila’, I go
floating in the flow of liila’.