KÁR NAYANE BHÁSIÁ CALECHO
MATHURÁRI RÁJÁ HOECHO
VRAJE BHULECHO GOŚT́HE CHEŔECHO
VINIMAYE KÁRE PEYECHO
MATHURÁRI RÁJÁ HOECHO
TOMÁRE PHIRE PETE CÁI JE ÁMRÁ
RACITE CÁI PUNAH GOKULE ÁMRÁ
TAVA MADHUVANE MANERI BHRAMARÁ
KÁRE KHONJE TÁ KI BHEVECHO
MATHURÁRI RÁJÁ HOECHO
ESO GO PHIRE ESO EI VRAJA BHUME
GOPIKÁR HRDAYE REKHO NÁ VIBHRAME
ÁR BHÁSIO NÁ SUDURE ASIIME
BHAKTA KÁNDE TÁ KI DEKHECHO
MATHURÁRI RÁJÁ HOECHO
KÁR NAYANE BHÁSIÁ CALECHO
MATHURÁRI RÁJÁ HOECHO
O Lord, in whose eyes You go on appearing, that You have become King of Mathura’. You
have forgotten the land of Vraja, left the cowherds, what have You got in exchange? We
want to get You back and want to create the Gokula again. Do You think whom the mental bee
searches in Your garden? Come back, return to this land of Vraja. Do not keep the hearts
of the cowmaid devotees under delusion. Do not soar away into the distant infinity, the
devotees cry, do You see that?