HÁRÁNO KÁNU ELO ÁJ
NOTUNERI DIGVALAYE
VRINDÁVANER VANE VANE
MÁTANO MÁKHIE MA LAYE
NOTUNERI DIGVALAYE
VISHTUŚKA KADAMBA TARU
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VISHTUŚKA KADAMBA TARU
GOŚT́HA HOYE CHILO MARU
YAMU NÁ SHUKHÁYE CHILO
KÁNU CHILO NÁ HR DAYE
NOTUNERI DIGVALAYE
BHÁLOBESE CHILO JÁRÁ
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
BHÁLOBESE CHILO JÁRÁ
STHÁŃU HOYE CHILO TÁRÁ
ÁJI HOLO ATMAHÁRÁ
PEYE PRIYARE NI LAYE
NOTUNERI DIGVALAYE
HÁRÁNO KÁNU ELO ÁJ
NOTUNERI DIGVALAYE
Today the lost Krsna appeared in the new horizon,
absorbing the gardens of Vrindavan
by inundating them in sandal fragrance.
The kadamba tree has dried up,
the grazing ground has become a desert.
The Yamuna river has also dried up,
and Krsna is not in the heart.
Those loving moments have become immobile,
and are lost.
Today, the home of that beloved one has been attained.