Hari Hari Ar Ki Emona Das Haba (II)
Sadhaka Dehocita Sri Vrndavana Basa Lalasa Song 1
hari hari! āra ki emon daśā hobo? e bhava saṁsāra tyaji,
parama ānande maji, āra kobe vrajabhūme yābo
When will I renounce the circle of material family life, and, drowning in transcendental bliss, go to Vrajabhumi? O Lord Hari, Lord Hari, when will this be?
sukhamaya vṛndāvana, kobe hobe daraśana,
se dhūli mākhibo kobe gāya preme gada gada hoiyā,
rādhā-kṛṣṇa nāma loiyā, kāṅdiyā beḍābo ubharāya
When will I see the blissful land of Vrndavana? When will I smear the dust of Vrndavana over my body? When will I walk about Vrndavana, loudly singing the names of Radha and Krsna, and crying, my voice choked with ecstatic love.
nibhṛta nikuñje jāiyā, aṣṭāṅga praṇata hoiyā,
ḍākibo hā rādhānātha boli kobe yamunāra tīre,
paraśa koribo nīre, kobe pibo karapuṭe tuli
When, in a solitary grove in Vrndavana, will I offer my full obeisances to the Divine Couple? When will I call out: "O Krsna, O master of Srimati Radharani?" When standing on the shore of the Yamuna, will I drink some of its water in my cupped hands?
āra kobe emana hobo, śrī rāsa maṇḍale yābo,
kobe gaḍāgaḍi dibo tāya vaṁśīvaṭa chāyā pāiyā,
parama ānanda hoiyā, paḍiyā rahibo tāra chāya
When will this be? When will I go to the arena of the rasa -dance, and roll about in the dust, overwhelmed with ecstasy? When will I visit Vamsivata, and fall down to the ground, overwhelmed by transcendental bliss?
kobe govardhana giri, dekhibo nayana bhari,
kobe hobe rādhākuṇḍe vāsa bhramite bhramite kobe,
e deho patana hobe, kohe dīna narottama dāsa
When will I see Govardhana Hill, my eyes filling with tears? When will I reside at Radha-kunda? When, as a result of constantly wandering in Vrndavana, will this body fall down? Poor-hearted Narottama dasa speaks in this way.
Translation
When will I renounce the circle of material family life, and, drowning in transcendental bliss, go to Vrajabhumi? O Lord Hari, Lord Hari, when will this be?
When will I see the blissful land of Vrndavana? When will I smear the dust of Vrndavana over my body? When will I walk about Vrndavana, loudly singing the names of Radha and Krsna, and crying, my voice choked with ecstatic love.
When, in a solitary grove in Vrndavana, will I offer my full obeisances to the Divine Couple? When will I call out: "O Krsna, O master of Srimati Radharani?" When standing on the shore of the Yamuna, will I drink some of its water in my cupped hands?
When will this be? When will I go to the arena of the rasa -dance, and roll about in the dust, overwhelmed with ecstasy? When will I visit Vamsivata, and fall down to the ground, overwhelmed by transcendental bliss?
When will I see Govardhana Hill, my eyes filling with tears? When will I reside at Radha-kunda? When, as a result of constantly wandering in Vrndavana, will this body fall down? Poor-hearted Narottama dasa speaks in this way.