Blue Boy of Vrindavan,
Where do you keep piping
The flute,
O Krishna with a crown?
Shyam, Ghanashyam,
They call,
Call you!
O you flute-player,
Flute-player of Vrindavan
Making us lost in Krishnabhakti, Krishnaprem!
In the hills shining blue
During the day,
The dark clouds looming and lurking over,
I see the hue of yours, Shyam, Ghanashyam!
O you my Shyam, my Ghanashyam,
You dwell within my heart,
O Krishna, the Flute-player of Vrindavan!
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