ÁMÁR, KÁŃU KOTHÁ GELO KOTHÁ LUKÁLO
KHUNJIYÁ HOYECHI SÁRÁ
SÁNJHE O VIHÁNE NISHIITHE
O DINE JHARICHE NAYAN DHÁRÁ
KHUNJE KHUNJE BEŔÁI TÁRE
TÁRI TARE ÁNKHI JHARE
VRINDÁVANE NÁI SE KÁNU
GOKULE MATHURÁTEO NÁI
KON GOLOKE BÁJÁY VEŃU
KOTHÁY BÁSE CARÁY DHENU
PARÁŃA MATHIYÁ HIYÁ GALÁIYÁ
E PRIITI KEMAN DHÁRÁ
KHUNJIYÁ HOYECHI SÁRÁ
KEMAN DHÁRÁ E TÁR PRIITI
MAN KEŔE NIYE MAN DILO NÁ
EI KI HOLO LIILÁR RIITI
TÁHÁTE HOYECHI HÁRÁ
KHUNJIYÁ HOYECHI SÁRÁ
TABU ÁMI CALEI JÁBO
KONO BÁDHÁTEI NÁHI THÁMI
PATHERI UPAL MÁNI UTPALA
KHUNJIBO SE DHRUVATÁRÁ
KHUNJIYÁ HOYECHI SÁRÁ
DHARÁ ÁMÁY DITEI HOBE
KUJJHAT́IKÁ SARIYE DIYE
DHARÁ SE MORE DEBEI DEBE
KUHELI TIMIR KABHU NAY STHIR
SE MORE DEBEI DHARÁ
KHUNJIYÁ HOYECHI SÁRÁ
ÁMÁR, KÁŃU KOTHÁ GELO KOTHÁ LUKÁLO
KHUNJIYÁ HOYECHI SÁRÁ
Where has my Lord Krs’na gone, where is He hiding? I have been searching Him all the
time morning, evening, day and night, with eyes flowing tears. Wandering in search for
Him, for Him the tears flow. My Lord Krsna is neither in Vrindaban, nor in Gokul, nor even
in Mathura. Where has He gone? From which divine world is He playing His flute and
herding his cows. Churning my mind and melting my heart, what sort of the current of
lovebond is this? How is this love for Him? He has snatched away the mind without giving
His mind. What is His system of play, liila’, in which I lose myself. Still I shall go
on searching, without getting stopped by any obstruction. Treating the stones on the
path as lotus, I shall search that polestar. My hold has to work, removing the storm, He
shall have to come into my folds, as the dark fog is never permanent.