Daykho Brindaabana kunja mayree

Naachay Nanda-kumaara

 Mora mukuta sira oopara sohay

Gala phoolana kay haara

Peetambara kati beecha viraajay

Murali adhara-sudhaara

 Veenaa taala mridangee baajay

Baajay jhaanjha sitaara

Chhana chhana chhana chhana nupura baajay

Kara-kankara jhankaara

 Sakhiyon kay sangha Raadhaa naachay

Naachay vraja kee naara

Gwaala baala saba milakara naachay

Kara karakay sringaara

 Jalachala mohay thalachala mohay

Mohay nabha sanchaara

Brahmaananda muneeshvara mohay

Bansi dhura niradhaara

See how my Nanda-kumaara (Krishna) dances in the Brindaban forest.

On His hair is a peacock feather and on His neck is a garland of flowers.

Around His waist is tied a yellow cloth on which He keeps His flute.

The Veena, mridang, jhaanja and sitar all play a melodious tune while He dances.

Jingling anklets also add music to this symphony.

Radha and her friends dance to this beautiful sound.

The cowherds gaily dressed, all dance together.

Water, earth and sky- creatures are charmed by this sight.

The poet Brahmanand expresses the hope that he too becomes charmed by the flute.

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