KÁNU MATHURÁY GELO
VRNDÁVANE BHULILO
GOPIKÁ VEŃUKÁ DHENUKÁ PÁSHARILO
MÁDHAVII VITÁNE BHULE
VRAJA BHUMI RAJAH DOLE
PRIITIR YAMUNÁ ÁNKHI DHÁR BAHÁILO
VRNDÁVANE BHULILO
KÁNANE KETAKII KADAM KÁNDICHE HÁY
UDÁSI PAVANE TAMÁL GÁIÁ JÁY
SAB MADHU ÁJ KE SE VIDHU KEŔE NILO
VRNDÁVANE BHULILO
BUJHITE NÁRINU TÁRE CHILO SE HRDAY BHARE
BHÁVER GOKULE SE JE GOKULE BHULALO
VRNDÁVANE BHULILO
KÁNU MATHURÁY GELO
VRNDÁVANE BHULILO
Krsna went to Mathura and forgot Vrnda’van. He forgot the cowmaids, the garden and
the cows. Forgetting the ma’dhavii arbor, the dust particles of the VrajaLand swings.
The river Yamuna’ flows tears with love. In the garden, kadamba and ketakii cry, alas.
With sad wind the palm goes on singing. All the sweetness today is snatched by that Lord.
I could not understand Him Who had filled the heart. He has forgotten the Gokul with
mental Gokul.