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3138 (09/09/1985) D (krs’n’a)


NÁ JÁNIYÁ BHÁLOBESECHI,
BESE DEKHI JÁNÁ NÁHI JÁY
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ

MADHUR HÁSIR MOHAN BÁNSHII,
ÁŔÁLE THÁKE SE SHYÁM RÁY
BESE DEKHI JÁNÁ NÁHI JÁY

BHÁVE JE YAMUNÁ UJÁNETE DHÁY
ÁÁ
BHÁVE JE YAMUNÁ UJÁNETE DHÁY
TÁRE BHÚLE SHYÁM JÁY DVÁRAKÁY
NANDA YASHODÁ DILO SNEHA SUDHÁ
TÁDER PÁNEO NÁHI TÁKÁY,
BESE DEKHI JÁNÁ NÁHI JÁY

JE GOPIKÁ DILO PARÁŃERA MADHU
ÁÁ
JE GOPIKÁ DILO PARÁŃERA MADHU
TÁDERO TYÁJILO SE JYOTSNÁ VIDHU
CAKITA HARIŃII PREKŚAŃÁ SHUDHU
KÁNDIÁ KÁNDIÁ KÁLA KÁT́ÁY,
BESE DEKHI JÁNÁ NÁHI JÁY


Unknowingly I have loved, even on observation, it is not possible to know. That Shya’m
Ra’y remines hidden with sweet smile and charming flute. The Yamuna’ river that
overflows with impulse, forgetting that Shyam is going to Dvaraka’. Nanda and Yashoda’
had given nectar of affection. He is not looking even at them. The cow maids who offered
the sweetness of their lives to Him, He left that too that illuminating moon. Only like
observation of the astonished frightened deer, the time passes crying.


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