PS 4183
TOMA'R KATHA' BHEVE MAN A'MA'R BA'NDHANAHA'RA'
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
TOMÁR KATHÁ BHEVE MAN ÁMÁR BÁDHANA HÁRÁ
ESO TVARÁ OGO MADHU KŚARÁ EI UCCHVALA YAMUNÁ KÚLE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ EI UCCHVALA YAMUNÁ KÚLE NIIPA VANE TAMÁLA MULE BHÚLE JÁOYA VRAJE GOKULE ESO PHIRE ESO PHIRE D́ÁKE JE DHARÁ MAN ÁMÁR BÁDHANA HÁRÁ
JÁNINÁ CALE GECHE YUGA JE KATA ÁKUTI JÁNIYECHI KATA SHATA MÁNABHIMÁN JATA HAYECHE GATA BÁJÁO BÁSHII CHARÁO HÁSI MUKUTÁ? JHARÁ MAN ÁMÁR BÁDHANA HÁRÁ
TOMÁR KATHÁ BHEVE MAN ÁMÁR BÁDHANA HÁRÁ
Translation
O Lord thinking of You my mind loses all its bondages.
Come quickly O one who scatters sweetness! Come back to the banks of the overflowing Yamuna river!
Come back to the grove of Niipa flowers! Come back to the root of the Tama’l tree!
Forget the land of Vraja and Gokul. The earth is calling.
I don't know how many ages have passed. I have shown earnestness in hundreds of ways. My entire ego is now gone. You play Your flute and spread Your sweet, pearlscattering smile.
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When I think of You my mind goes beyond all bondages. O sweet One, come quickly to the banks of the overflowing Jamuna river.
The earth is calling come back, come back to the forgotten land of the devotees of Vraja to the grove of Niipa flowers to the root of the Tamal tree.
I don't know how many ages have passed. I have appealed in thousands of ways. All disappointments have passed. O Krsna, the brightest jewel of the crown You play Your flute and spread Your sweet smile.
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