NANDANA VANE KE GO ELE
MAN MÁTÁLE VEŃU BÁJÁLE
CANDAN SUGANDHE MADIR
SAMIIRAŃE BHARIYE DILE
MAN MÁTÁLE VEŃU BÁJÁLE
NÚPÚR DHVANI THÁME NÁ JE
GUNJARIÁ PRÁŃE BÁJE
SAPTA LOKER SUR SAPTAKE
NÁCIYE DILE CHANDE TÁLE
MAN MÁTÁLE VEŃU BÁJÁLE
VYÁKUL HIYÁ CHÁŔATE NÁ CÁY
KÁCHER THEKEO ÁRO KÁCHE CÁY
LIILÁR PURUŚA LIILÁR CHALE
BHÁLOBÁSÁR MADHU MÁKHÁLE
MAN MÁTÁLE VEŃU BÁJÁLE
NANDANA VANE KE GO ELE
MAN MÁTÁLE VEŃU BÁJÁLE
Who came
into the heavenly garden,
playing His flute,
intoxicating the mind,
and filling enamouring sandal fragrance
into the breeze?
The ankle bell sound does not stop.
It reverberates in my heart,
and makes me dance
to the rhythm, melody and octave
of the seven worlds.
My restless heart does not want to leave,
but longs for more and more closeness.
The controller of this divine game,
by delusion,
smears unto all
the honey of affection.