PS 4974
MATHURA'Y KE ELO GO VRNDAVANE JALE BHA'SIYE
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MATHURÁY KE ELO GO VRNDÁVANE JALE BHÁSIYE
RÁGA ANURÁGA VIRÁGA TOMÁR SAB KICHU KE GELO CHÁPIYE VRNDÁVANE JALE BHÁSIYE
GUINJÁMÁLÁ RÁKHÁL RÁJE ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ GUINJÁMÁLÁ RÁKHÁL RÁJE PARÁY NÁ KEU SAKÁL SÁNJHE KÁNDE NÁ GOPII HARŚE LÁJE MÁKHAN CORE DEKHATE NÁ PEYE VRNDÁVANE JALE BHÁSIYE
SHUK SÁRIKÁ BHULICHE GÁN ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ SHUK SÁRIKÁ BHULICHE GÁN YAMUNÁY NEI SE PRIITIR VÁN BRAJER ÁKÁSH HOYECHE MLÁN EKAK SE GOPÁL KE HÁRIYE VRNDÁVANE JALE BHÁSIYE
MATHURÁY KE ELO GO VRNDÁVANE JALE BHÁSIYE
Translation
Who has come to Mathura’, flooding the land of Vrndavan with tears? The attachment, love and aversion, all pertaining to You, has enveloped everything. No one puts on garland of guinja’, a red and black seed, over the neck of the King of cowherds, morning, evening. By not finding the stealer of butter, the gopiis, cowmaids, devotees, do not cry with shyness of joy. The parrots forgot the song, and in the river Yamuna’, there is no flood of love. The sky of Vraja has become dull by losing One single Gopa’l.
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