PS 4762
EKER ABHA'VE ANEKEI MLA'NA NA'I SHUDHU MOR SE
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
EKER ABHÁVE ANEKEI MLÁNA NÁI SHUDHU MOR SE GOPÁL KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
VRNDÁVANER VANE VANE KHUNJI PÁI NÁ KOTHÁO SE RÁKHÁL SE RÁKHÁL RÁJ SE RÁKHÁL KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
YAMUNÁ HOECHE SHIIRŃA KÁYÁ ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ YAMUNÁ HOECHE SHIIRŃA KÁYÁ VRAJA MRITTIKÁ HÁRÁYECHE MÁYÁ NIIP MAINJARII HOLO ASAHÁYÁ JALETE SHUKHÁLO SMITA MRIŃÁL KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
SHIKHIRE DEKHINÁ NRITYER TÁLE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHIKHIRE DEKHINÁ NRITYER TÁLE GOPIKÁ KARE KARÁGHÁTA KAPÁLE VRAJÁKÁSHA HÁRIE CÁNDA AKÁLE ÁNDHÁRE D́UBILO CIRA KÁLA KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
EKER ABHÁVE ANEKEI MLÁNA NÁI SHUDHU MOR SE GOPÁL KRŚŃA CANDRA SE GOPÁL
Translation
In the absence of One, many are depressed. That One Gopa’l only is not available, The Krsna. I searched in all forests of Vrnda’van, but did not find that prince of the herdsman. The Yamuna’ river has become thin bodied. The earth of Vraja has lost the charm. The buds of niip has become helpless. The smiling lotus stem in water is dried. I do not see the peacock dancing with rhythm, The cowmaids hit their heads with their hands. The moon in the sky of the Vraja has vanished untimely, submerging into darkness for long.
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