PS 4635
KA'JAL KA'LO MEGHE DEKHE TOMA'Y MANE PARE
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Roman script
KÁJAL KÁLO MEGHE DEKHE KRIŚŃA TOMÁY MANE PAŔE
VRAJER DHULI MÁTHÁY TULI CÁI DHYÁNE RÁKHI DHARE
KRIŚŃA TOMÁY MANE PAŔE
NÁI SE GOKUL, NÁI YAMUNÁ YASHODÁNANDE DEKHI NÁ MANTHE DADHI ÁJ SMARE NÁ GOPI MÁKHAN CORE
KRIŚŃA TOMÁY MANE PAŔE
NÁI SE TAMÁL NIIPERI PHUL GUINJÁMÁLÁ KANT́HE DODUL SE RÁKHÁL RÁJA KARIYÁ BHULO KOTHÁY GECHE SARE KON GOKULE DÚRE
KRIŚŃA TOMÁY MANE PAŔE
KÁJAL KÁLO MEGHE DEKHE KRIŚŃA TOMÁY MANE PAŔE
Translation
O Krsna I remembered You looking at the black dark clouds.
I want to keep You in my meditation by applying the dust of Vraja on my head.
That Gokul or Yamuna is not there any more. I do not see the boy of Yashoda. While churning the curd the Gopiis do not remember the stealer of butter.
There are no flowers on the tama'l and niipa trees. Neither are there herds of cows shaking bells on their neck.
Where has the boy king of cowherds gone to? To which Gokul?
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