MANER GOPÁL MANETE HESECHO
MAN PRÁŃA KEŔE NIYECHO
DHYÁNERI DHYEYA GÚŃE AMEYA
JIIVA KE BHÁLOBESECHO
MAN PRÁŃA KEŔE NIYECHO
RAINJITÁDHARE BÁNSHURI BÁJÁYE
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RAINJITÁDHARE BÁNSHURI BÁJÁYE
PRÁŃA JAMUNÁY UJÁNE BAHÁYE
SHRIŚT́I STHITI LAYE NÁCÁYE
MADHUR LIILÁY METECHO
MAN PRÁŃA KEŔE NIYECHO
MARU MÁJHE TUMI PHALGU DHÁRÁ
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MARU MÁJHE TUMI PHALGU DHÁRÁ
BÁHIR VISHVE ÁPANHÁRÁ
VRINDÁVANER VANE VANE BHARÁ
MÁDHURII VILÁYE DIYECHO
MAN PRÁŃA KEŔE NIYECHO
MANER GOPÁL MANETE HESECHO
MAN PRÁŃA KEŔE NIYECHO
O Krsna,
Gopal of my mind,
smiling within my mind,
You snatched away my whole being.
O object of my meditation of immeasurable attributes,
You love all living beings.
Playing the flute with colourful lips,
overflooding the Jamuna river of my life,
making all dance within creation, sustenance and dissolution,
You remain absorbed in that sweet illusive play.
You are the undercurrent flowing beneath the sand,
losing Yourself in the external world,
filling the entire garden of Vrindavan,
You submerge all in sweetness.