Tunhu Se Rahili Madhupura lyrics

tuṅhu se rahili madhupura vrajakula ākula, dukūla kalarava, kānu kānu kori jhura

tunhu se rahili madhupura vrajakula akula, dukula kalarava, kanu kanu kori jhura

तुङ्हु से रहिलि मधुपुर व्रजकुल आकुल, दुकूल कलरव, कानु कानु कोरि झुर

O Krsna-candra, now You are staying very far away in Madhupuri, in Mathura. But what is the condition of Vrndavana? All the Vrajavasis, in great pain and distress of separation, are calling, “Kanu (Krsna), Kanu! Where are You?” Even the birds are calling. But there is no answer, only an echo. All are weeping and are about to die.

yaśomatī-nanda, andha sama baiṭhai, sāhase uṭhai nā pāra sakhā-gaṇa dhenu, veṇurava nā śuniye, vichurala nagara bājāra

yasomati-nanda, andha sama baithai, sahase uthai na para sakha-gana dhenu, venurava na suniye, vichurala nagara bajara

यशोमतीनन्द, अन्ध सम बैठै, साहसे उठै ना पार सखागण धेनु, वेणुरव ना शुनिये, विछुरल नगर बाजार

Yasoda-maiya and Nanda Baba are crying so much that it is as if they have become blind and cannot see any more. They are only sitting and crying. They have no strength and are like skeletons, unable to even stand up. They are about to die because they are not cooking. For whom will they cook? And all the cows and Your friends , where are they? Because they cannot hear You calling them on Your flute, the marketplaces and the roads are all deserted , no one is there!

kusuma tyajiyā ali, kṣititale luṭata, taru-gaṇa malina samāna mayurī nā nācata, kapotī nā bolata, kokilā nā karatahi gāṇa

kusuma tyajiya ali, ksititale lutata, taru-gana malina samana mayuri na nacata, kapoti na bolata, kokila na karatahi gana

कुसुम त्यजिया अलि, क्षितितले लुटत, तरुगण मलिन समान मयुरी ना नाचत, कपोती ना बोलत, कोकिला ना करतहि गाण

Even the bumblebees, which were so busy collecting honey, are now so upset they have left the flowers. They are crying and rolling on the ground in the pain of separation. All the trees look so drab and distressed. The peacocks are no longer dancing, the pigeons are no longer singing, and the cuckoos are silent , they are not calling, “Koohoo, koohoo,” any more. All are feeling so much pain of separation.

virahiṇī rāī, virahajvare jara jara, caudike viraha hutāśa sahaje yamunā jala, āgi samāna bhela, kahatahi govinda dāsa

virahini rai, virahajvare jara jara, caudike viraha hutasa sahaje yamuna jala, agi samana bhela, kahatahi govinda dasa

विरहिणी राई, विरहज्वरे जर जर, चौदिके विरह हुताश सहजे यमुना जल, आगि समान भेल, कहतहि गोविन्द दास

Srimati Radharani is burning up in the fever of separation. In all directions, everyone is sinking in the ocean of separation from You. Even the Yamuna, whose waters arenow made of the tears coming from the gopis, does not flow anymore. This is the condition of Vrndavana! Govinda dasa tells this sad story.