LYRIC

Kena krsna sajal tithite
Tumi ásibe ná ár ghanashyám;
Mathurár kárá-puriite
Álo jvalibe ná ki gunadhám.

Gośther dhenu tava náme máti’
Shunibe ná vánshii ár kán páti’;
Alokojjval thákibe ná ráti
Nandanilaye abhiram.

Yamunár jale jágibe ná dheu,
Kálo raune dekhite Tomáy keu;
Tamálpuinje niipanikuinje
Nácibe ná gopii avirám.

Why, at this dark and tearful hour,
Will you not come any more, O Lord Krśna?
In the prison-house of Mathura
Will not the lights be lit up again?

Will the herd of cows, intoxicated with Your name,
No longer listen for Your magic flute?
Will the nights no longer glitter
In the beautiful palace of King Nanda?

Will not the waves rise up in the Yamuna again?
Will there be no one to glimpse You in its dark waters?
In clusters of tamála and bowers of niipa,
Will not the gopiis dance all the time?


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