Hede He! Nagara Vara Suno He Muralidhara lyrics

hede he nāgara-vara śuno he muralīdhara nivedana kari tuyā pāya caraṇa nakhara maṇi jeno cāṅdera gāṅthani bhāla śobhe āmāra galāya

hede he nagara-vara suno he muralidhara nivedana kari tuya paya carana nakhara mani jeno candera ganthani bhala sobhe amara galaya

हेदे हे नागरवर शुनो हे मुरलीधर निवेदन करि तुया पाय चरण नखर मणि जेनो चाङ्देर गाङ्थनि भाल शोभे आमार गलाय

O my dear Hero! O Lord, the flute player! Please hear my request to You. Your jewel-like toenails resemble the rows of moons that I wear like a necklace around my neck.

śrīdāma sudāma saṅge jakhana vane jāo raṅge takhana āmi duyāre dāṅḍāye mane kari saṅge yāi guru-janāra bhaya pāi āṅkhi rahe tuyā pāne ceye

sridama sudama sange jakhana vane jao range takhana ami duyare dandaye mane kari sange yai guru-janara bhaya pai ankhi rahe tuya pane ceye

श्रीदाम सुदाम सङ्गे जखन वने जाओ रङ्गे तखन आमि दुयारे दाङ्डाये मने करि सङ्गे याइ गुरुजनार भय पाइ आङ्खि रहे तुया पाने चेये

When You go to the forest with Sridama and Sudama, at that time I stand at the doorstep thinking of going with You. But I am afraid of the elders and the respectable people. Therefore, my eyes simply gaze after You.

cāi navīna megha pāne tuyā bandhu paḍe mane elāile keśa nāhi bāṅdhi randhana śālāte jāi tuyā bandhu guṇa gāi dhūṅyāra chalanā kari kāṅdi

cai navina megha pane tuya bandhu pade mane elaile kesa nahi bandhi randhana salate jai tuya bandhu guna gai dhunyara chalana kari kandi

चाइ नवीन मेघ पाने तुया बन्धु पडे मने एलाइले केश नाहि बाङ्धि रन्धन शालाते जाइ तुया बन्धु गुण गाइ धूङ्यार छलना करि काङ्दि

Whenever I see the new clouds, O my friend, I immediately remember You and I let loose my hair. When I cook in the kitchen, I simply sing Your glories and cry on the pretext of smoke.

maṇi nao māṇika nao āṅcale bāndhile rao phula nao je keśe kari veśe nāri nā karite vidhi tuyā hena guṇanidhi laiyā phiritāma deśe deśe

mani nao manika nao ancale bandhile rao phula nao je kese kari vese nari na karite vidhi tuya hena gunanidhi laiya phiritama dese dese

मणि नओ माणिक नओ आङ्चले बान्धिले रओ फुल नओ जे केशे करि वेशे नारि ना करिते विधि तुया हेन गुणनिधि लैया फिरिताम देशे देशे

O beloved Lord! You are neither a jewel nor a diamond that I can keep You tied to the end of my cloth. You are not a flower that I can decorate my hair with. If I were not a woman, I could have taken You, the ocean of divine qualities, all over the country.

aguru candana haitāma tuyā aṅge māthā ra-itāma ghāmiyā paḍitāma rāṅgā pāya ki mora manera sādha vāmana haye cāṅda hāta vidhi ki sādha pūrābe āmāya

aguru candana haitama tuya ange matha ra-itama ghamiya paditama ranga paya ki mora manera sadha vamana haye canda hata vidhi ki sadha purabe amaya

अगुरु चन्दन हैताम तुया अङ्गे माथा रैताम घामिया पडिताम राङ्गा पाय कि मोर मनेर साध वामन हये चाङ्द हात विधि कि साध पूराबे आमाय

If I were a guru or sandalwood, then I would be smeared on Your limbs, and when You would perspire, I would have fallen at Your reddish lotus feet. What desires I have! Although I am a dwarf, still I want to touch the moon. Will the creator ever fulfill my desire?

narottama dāsa kaya śuno ohe dayāmaya tumi āmāya nā chāḍiha dayā ye dina tomāra bhāve āmāra parāṇa yābe sei dina dio pada-chāyā

narottama dasa kaya suno ohe dayamaya tumi amaya na chadiha daya ye dina tomara bhave amara parana yabe sei dina dio pada-chaya

नरोत्तम दास कय शुनो ओहे दयामय तुमि आमाय ना छाडिह दया ये दिन तोमार भावे आमार पराण याबे सेइ दिन दिओ पदछाया

Narottama dasa says, “Please hear, O most merciful Lord! Please do not neglect me. The day I give up my body being fully absorbed in Your thoughts, please give me shelter at Your lotus feet.