MADHUMÁSE KISER ÁSHE
ELO HARI ÁMÁR MANE
KARATE HARAŃA PÁPÁVARAŃ
DOBO TOMÁY KON PARÁŃE
ELO HARI ÁMÁR MANE
NAIKO ÁMI VRAJER GOPII
BHAKTITE NEI VISHVA VYÁPII
KŚUDRA ÁMI TUCCHA ÁMI
CÁI TOMÁRE SAḾGOPANE
ELO HARI ÁMÁR MANE
RAUNGER KHELÁ AŃU BHUMÁY
BHUMÁRI RAUNGA AŃU MEKHE JÁY
AŃU ÁMI AMBUDHÁRÁY
ÁJ RÁUNGÁBO TAVA CARAŃE
ELO HARI ÁMÁR MANE
MADHUMÁSE KISER ÁSHE
ELO HARI ÁMÁR MANE
During the spring, with what expectation, Hari, the Lord, came into my mind? O Lord, with
what heart can I offer You my covering of sins, when You take it away ? I am not the
devotee gopii of the land of Vraja, there is no wide spread devotion. I am small, meager
wanting You secretly. In the play of colour between microcosm and Macrocosm, the unit gets
smeared with the Cosmic. I am a drop in the flow of water, today, I shall colour Your
feet.