Ore Vrndavaner Nanda Dulal lyrics

ore vṛndāvaner nanda dulāl rākhāl rājā re rākhāliyār sūre sūre vāṁśī bājā re (ore, vṛndāvaner)

ore vrndavaner nanda dulal rakhal raja re rakhaliyar sure sure vamsi baja re (ore, vrndavaner)

ओरे वृन्दावनेर नन्द दुलाल राखाल राजा रे राखालियार सूरे सूरे वांशी बाजा रे (ओरे, वृन्दावनेर्)

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.

ore gopāl tor bihone phūte nā phūl vṛndāvane abhiśārer ei madhuvan emni sājā re

ore gopal tor bihone phute na phul vrndavane abhisarer ei madhuvan emni saja re

ओरे गोपाल तोर बिहोने फूते ना फूल वृन्दावने अभिशारेर एइ मधुवन एम्नि साजा रे

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

śrīdām sudām bhāi balarām ḍākche āi kānāi chorāi dhenu bājāi veṇu āi re o bhāi āi

sridam sudam bhai balaram dakche ai kanai chorai dhenu bajai venu ai re o bhai ai

श्रीदाम सुदाम भाइ बलराम डाक्छे आइ कानाइ छोराइ धेनु बाजाइ वेणु आइ रे ओ भाइ आइ

Sridama, Sudama, and Your brother Balarama are calling, “O Kanai! Please come back!” While tending the calves and playing on their flutes they entreat, “O brother! Please come home!”

mā yaśodā ḍākche tore (gopāl re, prāṇer gopāl re) nāni churā āi nā ore boyche rādhār prema jamunā hṛdoy mājā re

ma yasoda dakche tore (gopal re, praner gopal re) nani chura ai na ore boyche radhar prema jamuna hrdoy maja re

मा यशोदा डाक्छे तोरे (गोपाल रे, प्राणेर गोपाल रे) नानि छुरा आइ ना ओरे बोय्छे राधार प्रेम जमुना हृदोय माजा रे

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.