O bujhi Kanu jai
Nupur diye pai
Shuni charan dhwani
Dure uthichhe rani
Jadi phire takai
Rakhal shudhu jai
O bujhi Kanu jai
Nayan jena dhai
Je pathe Kanu rai
Godhuli bela sheshe
Madhur hasi hese
Godhan niye jai

There goes my Beloved, my sweet Lord,
     the anklets ringing on His Feet.
I hear the music of His Flute
     vibrating through the horizons.
If ever my cowherd boy should cast a glance
     behind Him, still He only goes forward.
Let my eyes follow the track my
     Beloved treads.
In the twilight hour of the day, with a sweet
     and serene smile,
Leading the herds of varied light,
My cowherd boy goes.