Hari Hari Hena Dina Hoibe
Swabhista Lalasa Song 1
hari hari! heno dina hoibe āmāra? doṅha aṅga paraśibo,
duhuṅ aṅga nirakhibo, sevana koribo doṅhākāra
O Lord Hari, O Lord Hari, when will this day be mine? When will I see Your lotus feet? When will I directly serve Your lotus feet? When will I touch Your lotus feet?
lalitā viśākhā saṅge, sevana koribo raṅge,
mālā gāṅthi dibo nānā phule kanaka sampuṭa kori,
karpūra tāmbūla bhori, yogāibo adhara yugale
When, in the company of Lalita and Visakha, will I happily serve You? When will I make garlands of many flowers for You? When, filling a golden box with them, will I place camphor and betel-nuts on your lips?
rādhā kṛṣṇa vṛndāvana, sei mora prāṇa dhana,
sei mora jīvana upāya jaya patita pāvana,
deho more ei dhana, tuyā vine anya nāhi bhāya
Sri Sri Radha-Krsna and Their abode of Vrndavana are the valuable treasure of my life. It is They who sustain me. O deliverer of the fallen, please give this treasure to me, for I have no one to turn to, except for You.
śrī guru karuṇā sindhu, adhama janāra bandhu,
lokanātha lokera jīvana hā hā! prabhu koro doyā,
deho more pada-chāyā, nārottama loilo śaraṇa
O my spiritual master, O ocean of mercy, O friend of the fallen, O Lokanatha Gosvami, O life of the people, O master, please be merciful to me. Please give me the shade of your lotus feet. Narottama dasa takes shelter of you.
Translation
O Lord Hari, O Lord Hari, when will this day be mine? When will I see Your lotus feet? When will I directly serve Your lotus feet? When will I touch Your lotus feet?
When, in the company of Lalita and Visakha, will I happily serve You? When will I make garlands of many flowers for You? When, filling a golden box with them, will I place camphor and betel-nuts on your lips?
Sri Sri Radha-Krsna and Their abode of Vrndavana are the valuable treasure of my life. It is They who sustain me. O deliverer of the fallen, please give this treasure to me, for I have no one to turn to, except for You.
O my spiritual master, O ocean of mercy, O friend of the fallen, O Lokanatha Gosvami, O life of the people, O master, please be merciful to me. Please give me the shade of your lotus feet. Narottama dasa takes shelter of you.