VENÚ, VEŃU
VEŃU BÁJIYE CALO SHYÁM
VEŃUR RESHE BHÁLOBESE
TOMÁY ÁMI BHÁVI AVIRÁM
NÁCO MANO VRNDÁVANE
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NÁCO MANO VRNDÁVANE
GOŚTH’E GOŚT́HE DHENUR SANE
RÁKHÁL VESHE SAUNGOPANE
GOPII JÁNÁY ÁBHUMI PRAŃÁM
VEŃU BÁJIYE CALO SHYÁM
VRAJA BHÚMIR ANTARETE
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VRAJA BHÚMIR ANTARETE
SEI TO GOLOK BODHI CITTE
HÁSO AŃU CITTÁŃUTE
LIILÁ BHARE HE ABHIRÁM
VEŃU BÁJIYE CALO SHYÁM
O Shya’m, Krsna, go on playing the flute, loving the after effect trace of the
flute sound, I pauselessly think of You. You dance in my mental Vrnda’van, along with
cows in pastures. Dressed as herdsman, secretly, to You, the gopiis, the cowherds, express
their prostrated salutations. Beyond the land of Vraja, there is a Goloka in the arena of
intuitive mind, there Your appear in atoms and mind stuff, full of Your illusive game
liila’, O the Beautiful One.