3229 (27/11/1985) D (Krsna)


BÁNSHARI DHVANI TOMÁRI
T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE
T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE, T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE

SHUNIBO NÁ JATAI BHÁVI
MAN THÁKITE NÁRE
T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE, T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE

MAN VRINDÁVANER VANE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
MAN VRINDÁVANER VANE
ÁLOKER ÁNDHÁRER KOŃE
JETHÁY LUKÁI SHUNITE PÁI
PRIITIR DYUTIR MÁJHÁRE
T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE, T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE

SVARGA MARTYA RASÁTALE
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
SVARGA MARTYA RASÁTALE
JAKHAN JETHÁY JÁI GO CALE
SÁTHE SÁTHE DINE RÁTE
BÁNDHE PRIITIRI D́ORE
T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE, T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE

BÁNSHARI DHVANI TOMÁRI
T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE
T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE, T́ÁNE ÁMÁRE







The sound of Your flute attracts me.

However hard I try not to listen to it,
it is to no avail.
My mind won’t heed to what I decide.

In the garden of my mental Vrindavan,
in the recess of light and shade,
wherever I hide,
I hear it in the effulgence of love.

In heaven, in the mortal world or in hell,
wherever I go,
it remains with me day and night,
binding me to the twine of love.