The days of Vraja are gone.
Gopa'l of Vraja has left His home.

The sweetness of Vraja
has spread throughout the world,
and has illuminated it.

Yet, in Vraja the ladies
do not light lamps in the evenings,
and in rainy seasons,
the niipa flower does not bloom.

The ladies of Vraja
now do not put on vermilion marks
on their forehead,
but instead, silently weep.

The boys of Vraja have stopped playing.
Their cows do not eat grass anymore.

The shy deer
with enchanting black but sweet eyes
are not seen anymore.

The milkmaids do not churn curd
as they constantly look for the butterstealer.
Bereft of waist ornaments
they today, beat their heads.