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3103 (01/09/1985) K (krs’n’a)


ÁMÁR KÁNU, ÁMÁR KÁNU
ÁMÁR KÁNU, JÁY, JÁY, JÁY, JÁY

VRINDÁVANER VANE VANE,
BHÁSIE DIYE ÁNKHIR VÁNE
SHÚRASENER RÁJÁ HOTE
MATHURÁTE DHÁY,
JÁY, JÁY, JÁY

TOMÁY KÁNU BHULABO NÁKO,
ÁÁ
TOMÁY KÁNU BHULABO NÁKO,
JATA DÚREI TUMI THÁKO,
ÁMÁR MANER VEDI THEKE,
KE TOMÁKE SARÁY,
JÁY, JÁY, JÁY

ÁBÁR TUMI VRAJE ESO,
ÁÁ
ÁBÁR TUMI VRAJE ESO,
BÁNSHIR TÁNE MADHUR HESO
VAN HARIŃI MAN MAYÚRII
TOMÁR CARAŃ CÁY, JÁY, JÁY, JÁY

ÁMÁR KÁNU, ÁMÁR KÁNU
ÁMÁR KÁNU, JÁY, JÁY, JÁY, JÁY


My Young Krs’n’a is going. Into the forests of Vrindavan, floating eyes into the
tears. Even after being the King of Shu’rasen, from there He is running towards
Mathura’. I shall never forget You O Krs’n’a, to whatever distance You stay. From my
mental altar, who can remove You? This time You come to the land of Vraja, with the melody
of flute, You smile sweetly. The wild deer and the mental peacock want Your holy feet.


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