ÁMÁR MANER VRNDÁVANE
TUMI PRABHU SADÁ RAYECHO
JHAINJHÁTE ASHA NIPÁTE
MADHU DHÁRÁ D́HELE DIYECHO
TUMI PRABHU SADÁ RAYECHO
GOLOKERA TUMII HARI
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GOLOKERA TUMII HARI
GOKULE ELE BHÁVA DHARI
SURE LAYE CHANDE GHERI
AYUT LIILÁY NECE CALECHO
TUMI PRABHU SADÁ RAYECHO
GHARE ÁCHO BÁHIRE ÁCHO
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GHARE ÁCHO BÁHIRE ÁCHO
DHAMANIITE DHVANI TÚLECHO
SUDHÁ RASE BHARE DIYECHO
MÁNAS MADHUR MARMA MÁJHÁO
TUMI PRABHU SADÁ RAYECHO
O Lord
You are ever present in the Vrnda'vana of my mind.
During storms and thundersqalls
You pour out a flow of nectar.
You are Lord Hari of the higher arena
but You purposely appear in the world of Gokul
to continue dancing
with melody and rhythms
in numerous divine plays (liila's).
You reside both within and outside of living structures.
You provide pulsation to veins.
You fill the core of my heart with nectar.