A'MA'R MA'DHURIIKUINJE MA'DHURA ESECHE PATH BHULE TA'I

Renditions

ÁMÁR MÁDHAVII KUINJE MÁDHAVA ESECHE PATH BHULE

TÁI BÁJE VEŃU BHÁSE VRAJA REŃU YAMUNÁ UCCHALE DUKULE MÁDHAVA ESECHE PATH BHULE

NIIP MAINJARII PULAKE SHIHARE HARŚE KHAINJARII VIHARE PIINJAR BHEDII MAN CALE UŔE NABH NIILIMÁY D́ÁNÁ MELE MÁDHAVA ESECHE PATH BHULE

GOPIKÁRÁ KARE DADHI MANTHANA SHUKA SÁRI PUNAH KARE ÁLÁPANA VRAJA VÁSIRÁ CUYÁ CANDAN ENECHE PARÁTE KAPÁLE MÁDHAVA ESECHE PATH BHULE

ÁMÁR MÁDHAVII KUINJE MÁDHAVA ESECHE PATH BHULE

Having lost His way Madhava entered my sweet bower.

At this, flutes played and the dust of Vraja stirred, the Yamuna river overflowed its banks.

The niip flower buds trembled with excitement. The khainjarii bird (dancing nightingale) frolicked in joy. A cage was broken open

and my mind flew out and up spreading its wings into the blue sky.

The cow-maids churned their milk, popinjays all in a row conferred resuming their chattering.

The residents of Vraja brought out sandalwood paste and decorated their foreheads.

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