Dari Mathani Dadhi Me Kisine
ḍari mathānī dadhi me kisīne,
taba dhyāna āyo dadhi cora kā hī
gada-gada kaṇṭḥa pukāratī hai,
govinda dāmodara mādhaveti he kṛṣṇa he yādava he sakheti,
govinda dāmodara mādhaveti
When going to churn milk for making butter, one mother in Vraja remembers Sri Krsna, the butter-thief, and in a choked voice cries out, "Hey Krsna! Hey Yadava! Hey my friend! Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
hai līpatī āṅgana nāri koī,
govinda āve mam gṛhe khele
dhyānastha me yahī pada gā rahī hai,
govinda dāmodara mādhaveti
Another cowherd lady, while cleaning her courtyard with cow-dung and water, calls out, "Hey Govinda! Come and play in my courtyard." In deep meditation, she sings, " Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
mātā yaśodā hari ko jagāve, jāgo
uṭho mohana naina kholo dvāre khaḍe gvāla bulā rahe hai, govinda dāmodara mādhaveti
In awakening Sri Hari, Mother Ya soda says, "Awaken! Get up, Mohana! Open Your eyes! Your friends are waiting for You at the door! Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
vidyānurāgī nija pustako me,
arthānurāgī dhana sañcayo me ye
hī nirālī dhvani gā rahe hai,
govinda dāmodara mādhaveti
As students are always thinking of their books and avaricious men are always thinking of their wealth, the gopis are always singing, " Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
le ke karo me dohani anokhī, gāu dugdha kāḍhe avalā nāvelī gāu dugdha dhārā saṅga gā rahī hai, govinda dāmodara
mādhaveti
As some young milkmaids milk the cows, in unison they sing, " Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
jāge pujārī hari mandiro me,
jāke jagāve hari ko savere he
kṣīra sindhu aba netra kholo,
govinda dāmodara mādhaveti
As the pujari enters the mandira in the morning to awaken Sri Hari, he says, "Hey Ksirasindhu, ocean of milk! Open Your eyes! Hey Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
soyā kisi kā suta pālane me,
ḍorī karo se jaba kheñcatī hai
ho prema magnā usne pukārā,
govinda dāmodara mādhaveti
As a young mother rocks her baby son in his cradle by pulling a rope, while immersed in prema she calls out in a choked voice, " Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
royā kisī suta pālane me,
ho prema magnā usne pukārā rovo na gāvo prabhu saṅga mere,
govinda dāmodara mādhaveti
The baby boy in the cradle cries out in great love, "O cows, don't cry! Prabhu is with me! Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
koī navelī pat ko jagāve,
prāṇeśa jāgo aba nīnda tyāgo
belā yahi hai hari gīta gāvo,
govinda dāmodara mādhaveti
A newly-married wife awakens her husband by saying, "Awaken, master of my life! Give up your sleep and sing the song of Hari! Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
Translation
When going to churn milk for making butter, one mother in Vraja remembers Sri Krsna, the butter-thief, and in a choked voice cries out, "Hey Krsna! Hey Yadava! Hey my friend! Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
Another cowherd lady, while cleaning her courtyard with cow-dung and water, calls out, "Hey Govinda! Come and play in my courtyard." In deep meditation, she sings, " Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
In awakening Sri Hari, Mother Ya soda says, "Awaken! Get up, Mohana! Open Your eyes! Your friends are waiting for You at the door! Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
As students are always thinking of their books and avaricious men are always thinking of their wealth, the gopis are always singing, " Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
As some young milkmaids milk the cows, in unison they sing, " Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
As the pujari enters the mandira in the morning to awaken Sri Hari, he says, "Hey Ksirasindhu, ocean of milk! Open Your eyes! Hey Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
As a young mother rocks her baby son in his cradle by pulling a rope, while immersed in prema she calls out in a choked voice, " Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
The baby boy in the cradle cries out in great love, "O cows, don't cry! Prabhu is with me! Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"
A newly-married wife awakens her husband by saying, "Awaken, master of my life! Give up your sleep and sing the song of Hari! Govinda! Damodara! Madhava!"