MAETHILI
SO RATIYÁ KATAE GEL ÁJI
VRAJ KE ÁKÁSH MAIN NÁHI KONO CÁNDA
SO RATIYÁ
JAMUNÁR DHÁ RÁ SHUKHI GELO
HAMÁR GOPÁL KE KII BHEL PARAMÁD
VRAJ KE ÁKÁSH MAIN NÁHI KONO CÁNDA
SO RATIYÁ
VRINDÁVAN KE VANA VANA MEN HERI
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VRINDÁVAN KE VAN VAN MEN HERI
KEKA RO HÁSYA MUKH NÁHI NEHÁRI
ÁN ÁCHI NÁHI ÁCHI BHAKTA KAHARI
INJO R NÁHI ANHÁ RR AGÁ DHA
VRAJ KE ÁKÁSH MAIN NÁHI KONO CÁNDA
SO RATIYÁ
TAMÁRAKA TARU NÁHI MAYURAKHA NÁC
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TAMÁRAK TARU NÁHI MAYURAKHA NÁC
KADAMBA PUŚPA NÁHI ÁNANDA SÁJ
SABH K ÁSHÁ PAR GIR GELO BÁ J
HARIT SÁGAR PAR LAHAR VIŚÁD
VRAJ KE ÁKÁSH MAIN NÁHI KONO CÁNDA
SO RATIYÁ
Where have those nights gone, today?
There is no moon in the sky of Vraja
(the childhood place of Krsna).
The water flowing in the
Jamuna river has dried up.
What distress has occured to our Gopal?
We searched all over in the forests of Vrindavan
no one is seen with a smiling face.
The devotees are crying: "Where is He?"
Now there is no more light
but only pitch darkness.
There is no peacock dance on the tama'l trees.
There is no flower decoration on the kadamba trees.
A thunderbolt has fallen
on everyone's hopes.
The once smiling sea now carries waves of gloom.