EKER ABHÁVE ANEKEI MLÁNA
NÁI SHUDHU MOR SE GOPÁL
KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
VRNDÁVANER VANE VANE KHUNJI
PÁI NÁ KOTHÁO SE RÁKHÁL
SE RÁKHÁL RÁJ SE RÁKHÁL
KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
YAMUNÁ HOECHE SHIIRŃA KÁYÁ
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YAMUNÁ HOECHE SHIIRŃA KÁYÁ
VRAJA MRITTIKÁ HÁRÁYECHE MÁYÁ
NIIP MAINJARII HOLO ASAHÁYÁ
JALETE SHUKHÁLO SMITA MRIŃÁL
KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
SHIKHIRE DEKHINÁ NRITYER TÁLE
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SHIKHIRE DEKHINÁ NRITYER TÁLE
GOPIKÁ KARE KARÁGHÁTA KAPÁLE
VRAJÁKÁSHA HÁRIE CÁNDA AKÁLE
ÁNDHÁRE D́UBILO CIRA KÁLA
KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
EKER ABHÁVE ANEKEI MLÁNA
NÁI SHUDHU MOR SE GOPÁL
KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
In the absence of One, many are depressed. That One Gopa’l only is not available, The
Krsna. I searched in all forests of Vrnda’van, but did not find that prince of the
herdsman. The Yamuna’ river has become thin bodied. The earth of Vraja has lost the
charm. The buds of niip has become helpless. The smiling lotus stem in water is dried. I
do not see the peacock dancing with rhythm, The cowmaids hit their heads with their hands.
The moon in the sky of the Vraja has vanished untimely, submerging into darkness for long.