indranīla jini kṛṣṇa-rūpakhāni heriyā kadamba-mule mon uchāṭana na chole charaṇa saṁsāra gelāma bhūle 4 Beholding Him standing at the base of a kadamba tree, I can see that Krishna’s beauty is conquering the lustre of an entire mine of sapphires. Seeing this, my mind has become so restless that my feet will move no longer, and I’ve completely forgotten about my family and home life in this world.
(sakhī he) sudhāmoya se rūpa-mādhurī dekhile nayana, hoya achetana, jhore premamoya bāri 5 O sakhī! Oh dear girlfriend! Seeing that sweet form abounding in nectar, I have fallen unconscious as a fountain of tears gushing with ecstatic love cascades from my eyes.
kibā chūḍā śire kibā vaṁśī kore kibā se tribhaṅga-ṭhāma charaṇa-kamale, amiyā uchole, tāhāte nūpura dāma 6 What a wonderful crown upon His head! What a wonderful flute He is holding in His hand! What a wonderfully beautiful form as He stands in His three-fold bending posture! The nectar of His lotus feet is overflowing with the tinkling sound coming from the clusters of ankle bells which are decorating them.
sadā āśā kori bhṛṅga-rūpa dhori charaṇa kamale sthāna anāyāse pāi kṛṣṇa-guṇa gāi āro nā bhajibo āna 7 Accepting the form of a honeybee, I always hope for a residence near His lotus feet. And I will get it very easily because I always sing the glories of Krishna, adoring no-one else.