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4183 (07/11/1987) K (Krs’n’a)


TOMÁR KATHÁ BHEVE,
MAN ÁMÁR BÁDHANA HÁRÁ

ESO TVARÁ OGO MADHU KŚARÁ
EI UCCHVALA YAMUNÁ KÚLE,
ÁÁ
EI UCCHVALA YAMUNÁ KÚLE,
NIIPA VANE TAMÁLA MULE
BHÚLE JÁOYA VRAJE GOKULE
ESO PHIRE ESO PHIRE,
D́ÁKE JE DHARÁ
MAN ÁMÁR BÁDHANA HÁRÁ

JÁNINÁ CALE GECHE YUGA JE KATA
ÁKUTI JÁNIYECHI KATA SHATA
MÁNABHIMÁN JATA HAYECHE GATA
BÁJÁO BÁSHII CHARÁO HÁSI,
MUKUTÁ? JHARÁ
MAN ÁMÁR BÁDHANA HÁRÁ

TOMÁR KATHÁ BHEVE,
MAN ÁMÁR BÁDHANA HÁRÁ


O Lord,
thinking of You,
my mind loses all its bondages.

Come quickly,
O one who scatters sweetness!
Come back to the banks of the overflowing Yamuna river!

Come back to the grove of Niipa flowers!
Come back to the root of the Tama’l tree!

Forget the land of Vraja and Gokul.
The earth is calling.

I don't know how many ages have passed.
I have shown earnestness in hundreds of ways.
My entire ego is now gone.
You play Your flute
and spread Your sweet, pearlscattering smile.

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When I think of You,
my mind goes beyond all bondages.
O sweet One, come quickly
to the banks of the overflowing Jamuna river.

The earth is calling
come back, come back,
to the forgotten land of the devotees of Vraja,
to the grove of Niipa flowers,
to the root of the Tamal tree.

I don't know how many ages have passed.
I have appealed in thousands of ways.
All disappointments have passed.
O Krs'n'a, the brightest jewel of the crown,
You play Your flute and spread Your sweet smile.








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