Ore Vrndavaner Nanda Dulal

ore vṛndāvaner nanda dulāl rākhāl rājā re rākhāliyār sure sure vāṁśī bājā re (ore, vṛndāvaner)

O dear one who belongs to Vrndavana! O darling son of Nanda Maharaja! O prince of the cowherd boys, kindly play again on Your flute so we may hear the melodies dear to all Your friends.

ore gopāl tor bihone phūte nā phūl vṛndāvane abhiśarer ei madhuvan emni sājā re

O Gopal, since You’ve left Vrndavana, the flowers have lost their desire to bloom. Still we decorate the moonlit groves of Madhuvan, hoping You will return for Your amorous rendezvous.

śrīdām sudām bhāi balarām ḍākche ai kānāi chorāi dhenu bājāi veṇu āi re o bhāi āi

Sridāma, Sudāma, and Your brother Balarāma are calling, “O Kanai! Please come back!” While tending the calves and playing on their flutes they entreat, “O brother! Please come home!”

mā yaśodā ḍākche tore (gopāl re, prāṇer gopāl re) nanī churā āi nā ore boyche rādhār prema jamunā hṛdoy mājā re

Mother Yasoda is crying out, “O Gopal! You are my life and soul! Please come home, O butter thief!” Within the heart of Srimati Radharani, divine love for You flows like the Yamuna River.