MANER GOPÁL MANETE RAYECHO
MAN MÁJHE LIILÁ KARE CALECHO
MANER GAHANE NIBHRITA BHUVANE
TAVA BÁNSHURIR DHVANI TÚLECHO
MAN MÁJHE LIILÁ KARE CALECHO
MOHAN MURALI DEKHITE NÁ PÁI
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MOHAN MURALI DEKHITE NÁ PÁI
RAŃANE UDDVEL HOYE JÁI
LIILÁYIITA KARE RAINJITÁDHARE
ÁMÁR BHUVAN JINE NIYECHO
MAN MÁJHE LIILÁ KARE CALECHO
TOMÁR LIILÁR ANTA JE NÁI
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TOMÁR LIILÁR ANTA JE NÁI
HRIDI VRAJA BHUME CHED NÁHI PÁI
PRÁŃER GOKULE KÚLA LÁJA BHÚLE
ÁMÁRE TOMÁR KÁCHE T́ENECHO
MAN MÁJHE LIILÁ KARE CALECHO
MANER GOPÁL MANETE RAYECHO
MAN MÁJHE LIILÁ KARE CALECHO
The Gopal of my mind remains inside my mind
and keeps performing His illusive game within my mind.
In the depth of my mind,
isolated from the world,
the sound of Your flute arises.
I am unable to see that charming flute,
but I become restless by its resonance.
Enchanting me with Your colour, You win over my world.
There is no end to Your illusive game.
I do not find any loop hole in the Vrajabhumi of my heart.
That I may attain the dynasty and shyness of the Gokul of my heart,
You pull me close to You.