ÁMÁR GOPÁL HÁRIYE GECHE
MANER VRINDÁVANE KÁNDI
D́EKE D́EKE PÁINÁ TÁKE
TABU ÁSHÁY HIYÁY BÁNDHI
MANER VRINDÁVANE KÁNDI
SHUNINIKO TÁHÁR KATHÁ
DIYE GECHI SHUDHU VYATHÁ
PRIITIR RAUNGER MÁLÁ
KABHU PARÁINIKO GÁNTHI
MANER VRINDÁVANE KÁNDI
SE CEYECHE SARALATÁ
ÁMÁR CHILO KUT́ILATÁ
VAKRA PATHE TÁKE PETE
CEYECHI NIRAVADHI
BHÁVI AVASHEŚE KŚAMI
DOSHE ÁJ SE ÁSE YADI
MANER VRINDÁVANE KÁNDI
ÁMÁR GOPÁL HÁRIYE GECHE
MANER VRINDÁVANE KÁNDI
My Gopal is lost,
and in my mental Vrindavan, I cry.
Even though I call and call,
I do not get Him.
Still, I maintain hope in my heart.
I did not listen to Him,
and thus I created only mental agony.
I never threaded the garland coloured with love
to place around Him.
He likes simplicity,
whereas I had crookedness.
I always wanted to find Him
through crooked means.
My only hope is that if I attain Him,
I will be excused in the end.