GOPI JANA VALLABHA TUMI PRIYA
KAḾSA SÚDANA MANOCÁRI
BHÁŚÁR ATIITE CITI GOKULETE
NIYATA HÁSICHO HE MURÁRI
KAḾSA SÚDANA MANOCÁRI
ARUPE RAYECHE ARÚPA ÁBHÁS
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ARUPE RAYECHE ARÚPA ÁBHÁS
O CÁNDE KARENÁ KABHU RÁHU GRÁS
O KRŚŃA CANDRA HRDI ÁKÁSH
MAINJULÁNILE DEY BHARI
KAḾSA SÚDANA MANOCÁRI
VINATI SATATA CARAŃA RÁTULE
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VINATI SATATA CARAŃA RÁTULE
THEKO MOR SÁTHE PALE ANUPALE
NÁCÁO ÁMÁRE SEI TÁLE TÁLE
JE TÁLE BÁJÁLE SE BÁNSARI
KAḾSA SÚDANA MANOCÁRI
GOPI JANA VALLABHA TUMI PRIYA
KAḾSA SÚDANA MANOCÁRI
O beloved darling of the Gopiis,
killer of the demon Kamsa
and one who moves in the mind.
O Murari,
You are beyond language
and always smile in the mental Gokul.
Formless with indistinct presence,
that moon is never devoured by the demon Rahu.
That Krsna Candra fills the sky of my heart,
with a soft, pleasing breeze.
I continuously pray at Your red feet.
Stay with me each moment.
Make me dance to that rhythm
with which You play Your flute.