Cintamani Moy lyrics

cintāmaṇi-maya rādhā-kuṇḍa-taṭa taha kuñja śata śata prabāla bidruma maya taru-latā mukta-phale abanata

cintamani-maya radha-kunda-tata taha kunja sata sata prabala bidruma maya taru-lata mukta-phale abanata

चिन्तामणिमय राधाकुण्डतट तह कुञ्ज शत शत प्रबाल बिद्रुम मय तरुलता मुक्तफले अबनत

The banks of Sri Radha-kunda are made of billions of conscious, ecstatic desire-fulfilling touchstones, and surrounding the lake are hundreds and hundreds of beautiful transcendental gardens and groves. All the trees and creepers in those gardens are made of coral and rubies, and the fruits they produce are diamonds and pearls. And their branches are bending down to the ground due to being overburdened with millions of these lovely gems.

svānanda-sukhadā kuñja manohara tahate kuṭīra śobhe basiya tathaya gabo kṛṣṇa nāma kabe kṛṣṇa-dasya hobe

svananda-sukhada kunja manohara tahate kutira sobhe basiya tathaya gabo krsna nama kabe krsna-dasya hobe

स्वानन्दसुखदा कुञ्ज मनोहर तहते कुटीर शोभे बसिय तथय गबो कृष्ण नाम कबे कृष्णदस्य होबे

My small cottage is shining beautifully within that most enchanting garden called Svananda-sukhada-kunja. Living there, I will sing Krsna's holy name, and I will greedily hanker for that time when I will get the service of Him and His associates.

emona samaya muralira gāna, pasibe e dāsī-kāne ānanda matibo sakala bhulibo, sri-kṛṣṇa-vamsira gane

emona samaya muralira gana, pasibe e dasi-kane ananda matibo sakala bhulibo, sri-krsna-vamsira gane

एमोन समय मुरलिर गान, पसिबे ए दासीकाने आनन्द मतिबो सकल भुलिबो, स्रिकृष्णवम्सिर गने

At this time, while thinking like this, the songs of a transcendental flute will suddenly enter this maidservant's ear. Becoming madly excited by such a sound, I will forget everything and will only listen spellbound to those wonderful songs of Sri Krsna's flute.

radhe radhe boli murali dakibe madīya īśwari nāma śuniya camaki uthibe e dāsī kemon koribe prāna

radhe radhe boli murali dakibe madiya iswari nama suniya camaki uthibe e dasi kemon koribe prana

रधे रधे बोलि मुरलि दकिबे मदीय ईश्wअरि नाम शुनिय चमकि उथिबे ए दासी केमोन कोरिबे प्रान

The low, deep sound of His long murali flute will call out, "Radhe. . . Radhe. . ." --- the very name of my only worshipable Empress and Maharani! Startled with wonder by hearing such a sound, this maidservant will then stand up in great haste with an anxious heart, wondering what to do next.