TUMI JE A'GUN JVA'LIYA' GELE PHA'GUN MA'SE PALA'SH VANE

Translation

O Lord, the fire that You kindled in the grove of red flowering pala’sh, during the spring period, that touch You left within the minds of devotees, gopika’s, colour of festivity. Today, those devotees, gipika’s, want You inside their minds during isolation, in the garden of niip and tama’l, and living stones of the Govardhan mountain. O Merciless, Hari, do not You know that I remember You day and night. The river Yamuna’ made of my tears due to crying and smiling, rushes overwhelmingly.