ore prem nibi ay
ore prem nibi ay, vadan bhare
bol re harinam!
O dear one, come and take this Love for your own
and chant the Holy Name!
ei prem diyechilo brajer banka
ebe gaura gunadham
The Crooked One of Braja came and gave this Love
As Gaura, the abode of virtue
ekbar Haribol bale bhaso nayaner jale
ei hariname purna ha’be sakal manaskam
Say Haribol just once and swim in your tears. Harinam will fulfill all your heart’s cherished yearnings.
Once Narottam got Mahaprabhu’s prema, his father became very suspicious that Narottam would no longer stay at home. So one day, without telling anyone, Narottam left for Vrindavan on foot. Shouting “Glory to Nitai-Gaura!” he started on the path.
ami hari bolbo, ar madanmohan herabo go
ami jabo go brajendrapura, hobo go gopikar nupur
tader charane madhur madhur bajbo go
I will chant the Name of Hari, and gaze at Sri Madanmohan
I’ll go to the town of Braja’s king, become an anklet for the gopis’ feet
How sweetly, sweetly shall I sing then!
“Vrindavan! Vrindavan! I must go to Vrindavan!”
Prince Narottam ran barefoot along the path as fast as he could. As soon as he reached the next village, he fell unconscious.
Just then, a handsome gentleman came with hot milk in one hand and flowers in the other, and said, “Narottam!”
“Who? Who?”
“I am a Brahmin. You still have far to go. I can understand you are going to Vraja. Drink some of this hot milk. Go on, drink!”
“No, No! I don’t want to eat anything. I am going to Vrindavan! I am going to Vrindavan! Tell me, how far away is Vrindavan? Please tell me!”
“You will certainly go to Vrindavan. But if you disregard a Brahmin’s wishes, your Mahaprabhu will not have mercy on you. Now drink. Then you will have the strength to reach to Vrindavan.”
Oh, what sweet milk he drank, resting in the Brahmin’s arms! “Good Sir, I’ve never had such sweet, delicious milk in my life! What kind of milk is this?”
“Such is the milk in our village. Now go on your way to Vrindavan.”
Narottam bowed at the Brahmin’s feet, and began to run down the road towards Vrindavan.
ogo brindavaner rakhal mela
sangete vinoda khela
tader charaner dhula makhbo go
I shall play in the sweet circle of Vrindavan’s cowherds
Smear the dust of their feet on my body, oh!
ami hari bolbo
ar madanmohan herabo go…
I’ll chant the name of Hari and gaze upon Sri Madanmohan…
