O bujhi Kanu jai Nupur diye pai Shuni charan dhwani Dure uthichhe rani Jadi phire takai Rakhal shudhu jai O bujhi Kanu jai Nayan jena dhai Je pathe Kanu rai Godhuli bela sheshe Madhur hasi hese Godhan niye jai
There goes my Beloved, my sweet Lord, the anklets ringing on His Feet. I hear the music of His Flute vibrating through the horizons. If ever my cowherd boy should cast a glance behind Him, still He only goes forward. Let my eyes follow the track my Beloved treads. In the twilight hour of the day, with a sweet and serene smile, Leading the herds of varied light, My cowherd boy goes.