Kṛṣṇa Baṁśī Gīta Śuni' Dekhi' Citra Pata Khani
Kāmoda-rāga — (Kāmoda-rāga)
Hearing Kṛṣṇa's flute-music, seeing His wonderful picture, and hearing His virtues from the people's mouths, I find that I have fallen in love with Him. With the other gopīs, I wildly run to Him.
Not considering household duties, piety, or sin, and not allowing anyone to stop me, I go to meet Kṛṣṇa.
Going to the Yamunā's bank, I ask the gopīs for news of my beloved. Following the command spoken by the flute's melody, I spurn all fear for my life and enter the forest.
As a river very strongly runs to the ocean, so this beautiful, sweet, saintly girl strongly runs into the forest. Finding Lord Kṛṣṇa, she offers herself to Him.
Why does my weak pen no longer move? As I begin to describe this meeting, my heart trembles.
My heart does not move to describe the meeting, enjoyment, separation, or anything else about these lovers.
As swine cannot appreciate a string of pearls, so the unfortunate people cannot understand the Lord's rāsa-dance pastimes.
Considering the benefit of persons who are not qualified to hear of these things, and understanding that the time is not right, I end my kīrtana here.