Maribo Maribo Sakhi Niscaya Maribo
(introductory verse) (sakhī re!
prāṇer sakhī āmār) āmi ki kori kānu
veniyā seje niṣṭhura kānāi doyamayā
nāi koṭi sacī śyāmālīya nāī
Introductory verse: Oh my dear sakhi! O my dear girlfriend! What will I do now? Look how our flute playing friend, Lord Krsna, has left. He is known as "doyamoy (merciful)" but He is in fact, very cruel by making our beloved friend Radha cry her eyes out.
(āmi) maribo maribo sakhī niscaya
maribo kanu heno guna nidhi
kāre diye jābo sorāi kīta pār
visakhī āmār kānur jokkhon korte
Oh I will die, I will die, Oh dear girlfriend. I most certainly, without a doubt will die. Our spring flower like Beauty Kana Krsna who is the reservoir of transcendental qualities has left us all.
nā paḍāyo rādhāyaṅga nā bhasaya jale morile bāndhiyā rākho
tamāle bitāle āmi tamāla bodāī
bhālobāsi kṛṣṇa kāla kamalkāla
The emotions of the lotus like Srimati Radharani, no one can understand, nor can anyone understand Her tears. Due to depression and separation, everyone and everything will die, without Krsna. We love Krsna's dark colored body who is as beautiful as a lotus flower.
kṛṣṇa kāla tamāla kāla tamāla bhalobāsi
tamāla sakhi bosibo kṛṣṇa bājāy
bāṁśi bamsi bājāy go bājāy go (jaya
rādhe jaya rādhe bole bājāy go
bājāy go! jamunā koṭini kule keli
kadamber mula more loye calo kotha
jāy yanti mori bandhu hoye jamunā
miṭī kalāya sakhī mor nipo saha gāy)
Oh Krsna! Oh Tamal, Krsna's dear tree! I love Your name! Sakhis even come around You when You play Your flute. Oh Krsna, play that flute! Your flute sings "Jaya Radhe! Jaya Radhe Jaya Radhe!!!" Play that flute! Take me to the banks of the Yamuna and the Kadamba tree and oh, let me have my last moment here and let me eternally associate with the sakhis!
śyāma nāma koru kori likho saba
sahatari tulasī mañjarī dilo tāy (diyo
pāse pāse mañjarī diyo) rāsa līlāye
dekhe habe rādhār jīvana dhanya habe
I think of Syama and this fond memory and with this memory, I offer Him the tulasi manjari! I will see that rasa lila again. The life of Srimati Radharani will be treasured again.
prāṇer sakhī jābār kāle nāma śunāyo karna mūle (sakhi
re!) nāmer pase dile mañjarī rāsa korben sei rāsa-bihārī
(bole se saba hari hari ek bār) hari bol hari bol hari
bol hari bol! hari bol hari bol hari bol hari bol!
Oh dear sakhis! Please always make my ear remember the name of Krsna! Offering manjaris to the name of the Lord, and seeing the rasa dance being done by Rasa-Bihari Krsna! Everyone, madly sing Hari! Once more! Hari Bol! Hari Bol! Hari Bol! Hari Bol!
Translation
Introductory verse: Oh my dear sakhi! O my dear girlfriend! What will I do now? Look how our flute playing friend, Lord Krsna, has left. He is known as "doyamoy (merciful)" but He is in fact, very cruel by making our beloved friend Radha cry her eyes out.
Oh I will die, I will die, Oh dear girlfriend. I most certainly, without a doubt will die. Our spring flower like Beauty Kana Krsna who is the reservoir of transcendental qualities has left us all.
The emotions of the lotus like Srimati Radharani, no one can understand, nor can anyone understand Her tears. Due to depression and separation, everyone and everything will die, without Krsna. We love Krsna's dark colored body who is as beautiful as a lotus flower.
Oh Krsna! Oh Tamal, Krsna's dear tree! I love Your name! Sakhis even come around You when You play Your flute. Oh Krsna, play that flute! Your flute sings "Jaya Radhe! Jaya Radhe Jaya Radhe!!!" Play that flute! Take me to the banks of the Yamuna and the Kadamba tree and oh, let me have my last moment here and let me eternally associate with the sakhis!
I think of Syama and this fond memory and with this memory, I offer Him the tulasi manjari! I will see that rasa lila again. The life of Srimati Radharani will be treasured again.
Oh dear sakhis! Please always make my ear remember the name of Krsna! Offering manjaris to the name of the Lord, and seeing the rasa dance being done by Rasa-Bihari Krsna! Everyone, madly sing Hari! Once more! Hari Bol! Hari Bol! Hari Bol! Hari Bol!