PS 4785
DAKSHIN'A' PAVANE CITTABANE TUMI ELE
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Lyrics
Roman script
DAKHIŃÁ PAVANE CITTA VANE TUMI ELE O HE MOHAN MOR HE MANMOHAN
GLÁNI SARÁLE VÁŃII SHONÁLE HE VEDAVÁŃII TAVA CIRA NÚTAN HE MANMOHAN
BUJHILÁM ÁMI ÁCHI NITYA VRNDÁVANE PRIITIR BHRAMARER NRITYA GUINJARAŃE MADHURER VENUKÁR SUSMITA ÁHVÁNE MARMER MÁJHE E KI DYUTI VIKIRAŃA HE MANMOHAN
DURER GOLOKE ÁMI KABHU NÁI CÁI JETE ÁMÁR MOHANE CÁI MANER MÁJHÁRE PETE ANEKE EKAK SEJE GHIRE THÁKE OTAH PROTE RÚPER DOLÁY DOLE ARUPA RATAN HE MANMOHAN
DAKHIŃÁ PAVANE CITTA VANE TUMI ELE O HE MOHAN MOR HE MANMOHAN
Translation
O My Charming One, Mohan, O charmer of the mind, You came with southern wind in the mental garden. You removed the agonies, announced Your ever new Divine message. I understood that I am present in eternal Vrnda’van, amidst the loving dances and buzzings of the bees. At the smiling call within the core of the heart by the sweet melody of the flute, what a brilliant glow. I never want to go to the distant heaven. I want to get my charming Mohan within the mind, the One Who remains surrounded by many associated individually and collectively, swinging all by the charm as Unique Gem.
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