Krśńamurári báṋsharii tomári
Jágáiyá chilo jaŕe cetane
Madhura bhávete madhura hásite
Madhura chande madhura carańe
Tárpar kata jug cale geche
Mánasa jamuná shukáiyá geche
Tumi ásile ná báṋshii bájále ná
Dhvani jágále ná vishva gagane
Tomár apúrńa kájke púrńa
Karibo ámará tomári smarańe
Krsna, slayer of demons,[nb 2] Your flute
Once awakened dormant consciousness
To sweet thoughts, sweet expressions,
Sweet penchants, and sweet practices.
Since then, so many years[nb 3] have passed;
The mental Jamuna[nb 4] has run dry.
You did not come; Your flute did not ring out—
Its tune did not stir heaven and earth.
The completion of Your unfinished work
Will we do remembering You.
