Song Name: Ore Vrndavaner Nanda Dulal

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(1)

ore vṛndāvaner nanda dulāl

rākhāl rājā re

rākhāliyār sure sure

vāṁśī bājā re (ore, vṛndāvaner)

(2)

ore gopāl tor bihone

phūte nā phūl vṛndāvane

abhiśarer ei madhuvan

emni sājā re

(3)

śrīdām sudām bhāi balarām

ḍākche ai kānāi

chorāi dhenu bājāi veṇu

āi re o bhāi āi

(4)

mā yaśodā ḍākche tore (gopāl re, prāṇer gopāl re)

nanī churā āi nā ore

boyche rādhār prema jamunā

hṛdoy mājā re

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TRANSLATION

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1) O dear one who belongs to Vrndavana! O darling son of Nanda Maharaja! O prince of the cowherd boys, kindly play again on Your flute so we may hear the melodies dear to all Your friends.

2) O Gopal, since You’ve left Vrndavana, the flowers have lost their desire to bloom. Still we decorate the moonlit groves of Madhuvan, hoping You will return for Your amorous rendezvous.

3) Sridāma, Sudāma, and Your brother Balarāma are calling, “O Kanai! Please come back!” While tending the calves and playing on their flutes they entreat, “O brother! Please come home!”

4) Mother Yasoda is crying out, “O Gopal! You are my life and soul! Please come home, O butter thief!” Within the heart of Srimati Radharani, divine love for You flows like the Yamuna River.

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