3658 (07/08/1986) K (Krsna)

BÁNSHARII BÁJIYE JÁY SAHÁSA NAYANE CÁY
GOLOKER HARI ÁJI GOKULE LIILÁ RACÁY

RAINJITA ADHARE NANDITA KARE
SABÁRE D́EKE D́EKE BOLE CHUT́E ÁY
GOLOKER HARI ÁJI GOKULE LIILÁ RACÁY

KEU TÁR PAR NAY KEU DÚRE NAY
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KEU TÁR PAR NAY KEU DÚRE NAY
SABÁI ÁTMIIYA MANANE SABÁRE PÁY
YAMUNÁ UJÁNE JALE UCCHALA CHALA CHALE
ÚRMI MÁLÁ DOLÁ TÁR GUINJÁ MÁLÁY
GOLOKER HARI ÁJI GOKULE LIILÁ RACÁY

DUŚT́A DAMAN HETU SHIŚT́A PÁLAN TARE
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DUŚT́A DAMAN HETU SHIŚT́A PÁLAN TARE
ADHARMA KÁLA KETU DHVANSA KARIVÁRE
ÁSE SE BÁRE BÁRE D́AUNKÁR T́AḾKÁRE
TÁHÁR SAMÁN NÁI GUŃA DHÁM E DHARÁY
GOLOKER HARI ÁJI GOKULE LIILÁ RACÁY

Playing the flute,
glancing with a smile,
the Lord of heaven today creates His divine play in Gokul.

Pleasing with coloured lips,
calling all,
He says,
“Come, rush along!”

Nobody is disowned or distant for Him.
All are His own.
All attain Him mentally.
The Yamuna river overflows with tide, along series of waves
and swings like a garland of coloured guinja seeds.

To suppress the wicked,
to preserve the righteous
and to destroy the annihilating comet of unjust,
He comes again and again with the twang of His drum.
No repository of attributes like Him exists on this earth.