KADAMBA VANE ELE VEŃUKÁ BÁJÁVE BALE
E KII LIILÁ SHYÁM RÁY
DHARÁ NÁHI DÁO BOLO NÁ KII BÁ CÁO
BOLO NÁ KII KARE DHARÁ JÁY
E KII LIILÁ SHYÁM RÁY
ANANTA LIILÁ TAVA BHÁVER PARIDHI NÁI
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ANANTA LIILÁ TAVA BHÁVER PARIDHI NÁI
SAB KÁLÁKÁLER ÚRDDHVE TOMÁRE PÁI
AKHAND́A JYOTI TUMI KARUŃÁY ELE NÁMI
SE KARUŃÁ BHÁVE JHALAKÁY
E KII LIILÁ SHYÁM RÁY
MANO VRINDÁVANE MOHAN MÁDHURII SANE
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MANO VRINDÁVANE MOHAN MÁDHURII SANE
HE GOPI JAN VALLABHA ÁCHO PRATIKŚAŃE
PRIITI YAMUNÁY UJÁNER SHROTE DHÁY
SAMVIT ANUKAMPÁY
E KII LIILÁ SHYÁM RÁY
KADAMBA VANE ELE VEŃUKÁ BÁJÁVE BALE
E KII LIILÁ SHYÁM RÁY
O Shyam Ray,
You came to the kadamba grove
and told that You would play the flute.
But what a game did You play?
You did not reveal Yourself.
Do tell me what You want.
Tell me how You are to be attained.
Your divine game is infinite.
There is no limitation to Your thoughts.
You are above and beyond all time.
Mercifully, with limitless effulgence,
You have descended.
That mercy reflects in Your thoughts.
Into that mental Vrindavan,
with charming sweetness,
O beloved of the gopiis,
come each moment.
The Yamuna river of love rushes with tide,
by the grace of Your consciousness.