Lyrics
cikaṇa kālā galāya mālā bājaye nūpura pāya cūḍāra phule bhramara bule teracha nayane cāya
kālindī-kūle ki pekhinu sa-i chaliyā nāgara kāna ghara mu yā-ite nārinu sa-i ākula karila prāṇa
cānda jhalamali mayūra pākhā cūḍāya uḍaye bāya īṣat hāsiyāmadhura baḿśārī madhura madhura gāya
rasera bhare ańga nā dhare keli-kadambera helā kulabatī satī yubatī janāra parāṇa la-iyā khelā
śrabaṇe cañcala makara kuṇḍala pindhana pińala bāsa rāńgā utpala caraṇa-yugala nichani gobinda-dāsa
Translation
His black complexion glistened. A flower-garland rested on His neck. On His feet anklets jangled. Flowers adorned His hair. Black bees flew nearby. He glanced at me with crooked eyes.
Whom did I see, O gopi-friend, on the Yamuna's banks? It was the cheater Krishna, the rake Krishna. O friend, I had no power to run home. My life's breath became anxious.
The moon shone. The breeze made His peacock-feather in His crown move to and fro. He gently smiled. He sweetly played on His sweet flute.
Overcome with sweetness, He could not stand up. He leaned against a keli-kadamba tree. His sport is to cheat saintly young girls of their very life's breath.
Shark-shaped earrings swung on His ears. His garments were yellow. His feet were red lotus flowers. Govinda dasa worships Him.