VENUKÁR BÁNSHII BEJE JÁY
GOPIKÁRÁ KÁRÁ JÁBI CALE ÁY
BÁNSHI BÁJE PAINCAME SABÁKÁR MANE MANE
UJÁNE BAHÁY YAMUNÁY
ANANTE DULE CALE LIILÁR DODUL DOLE
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ANANTE DULE CALE LIILÁR DODUL DOLE
ÁMRA MUKULE PÁRULE BAKULE SHIMULE
VRNDÁ VANE GOKULE KADAMBA TAMÁLE
DYOTANÁY PRIITI UPACÁY
SE DHVANI ÁCAMBITE SAMVITE CAKITE
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SE DHVANI ÁCAMBITE SAMVITE CAKITE
JÁGÁLO VIMBA PÁTE MANO MÁJHE NIBHRITE
BHÁLOBÁSÁR BHÁŚÁ RÁGE ANURÁGE MESHÁ
CINMAYE CITI CETANÁY
VENUKÁR BÁNSHII BEJE JÁY
GOPIKÁRÁ KÁRÁ JÁBI CALE ÁY
The bamboo flute goes on sounding, the devotees, Gopika’s, come for going to the prison.
The flute blows in high pitch within all minds creating tides in the river Yamuna’. It
goes on swinging infinitely oscillating on swing of liila, the illusion, through the
mango buds, flower trees of pa’rul, bakul and shimul, in Vrnda’van, Gokul, and trees
of kadamba and tama’l, overflowing love by gesture. That sound, surprising with
astonishment awakens consciousness in seclusion within all minds of the world. With
language of love, and tint of affection, mixed with consciousness as its embodiment.