Calcutta, May 15, 1987
Amar moner Brindabone, Tumi probhu shoda roye chho
Jhonjha te ashoni pate, Modhu dhara dhele diye chho.
Amar moner Brindabone.
Goloker tumi hori, Gokule ele bhab dhori
Shure loye chhonde gheri, Ojut lilaye neche chole chho.
Amar moner …
Ghore achho, bahire achho, Dhomonite dhoni tule chho
Shudha roshe bhore diye chho, Manush modhur mormo majho.
Amar moner ..
O Lord, You are ever present in the Vrnda’vana of my mind.
During storms and thundersqalls,
You pour out a flow of nectar.
You are Lord Hari of the higher arena
But You purposely appear in the world of Gokul
To continue dancing with melody and rhythms
In numerous divine plays (liilas).
You reside both within and outside of living structures.
You provide pulsation to veins.
You fill the core of my heart with nectar.