PS 3742
PRA'N'ER GOPA'L PRIITIR GULA'L
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Roman script
PRÁŃER GOPÁL PRIITIR GULÁL BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
TOMÁR TARE ÁSHÁ BHARE ÁCHI CEYE BHEJÁ NAYANE BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
CÁI NÁ TOMÁR KÁCHE KICHUI ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ CÁI NÁ TOMÁR KÁCHE KICHUI CÁI JE TOMÁR KÁCHE NITÚI TOMÁR HÁSI MOHAN BÁNSHII BHÁSE NITYA VRINDÁVANE BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
ESO ÁMÁR KÁCHE PRIYA ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ ESO ÁMÁR KÁCHE PRIYA DÚRE SARE KABHU NÁ JEO TUMI CHÁŔÁ SARVA HÁRÁ HOI JE ÁMI KENO KE JÁNE BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
PRÁŃER GOPÁL PRIITIR GULÁL BHÁVER DULÁL MANA KÁNANE
Translation
O Gopa’l, the coloured powder of festivity, darling of feelings in the mental garden. For You I am full of hope looking with wet eyes. I do not want anything from You, I only want You close to me for ever. Your smile and charming flute floats in Vrindavan forever. O Dear come close to me, never go away far. Leaving You, I lose everything, why nobody knows.
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