CÁND TUMI ÁMÁRA PÁNE, 
AMAN KARE KENO CÁO 
BHÚLIÁ THÁKITE CÁHI, 
TABUO TÁKÁO 
AMAN KARE KENO CÁO 

CÁND TUMI ÁMÁRA PÁNE, 
AMAN KARE KENO CÁO 

KALPA LOKE KON SVAPNA ELO 
MARTYER DHULI RÁGE RÁUNGÁ HOLO 
BUJHIBÁ SE SAB KATHÁ SHUNÁITE CÁO 
TÁI KI CÁHONI TAVA MADHUTE MÁKHÁO 
AMAN KARE KENO CÁO 

CÁND TUMI ÁMÁRA PÁNE, 
AMAN KARE KENO CÁO 

KON VIRAHINI KOTHÁ KÁNDICHE EKÁ 
JOCHANÁY MEGHE DEKHE D́ÁKICHE KEKÁ 
KON VRINDÁVANE KÁNURA DEKHÁ 
PEYE CHILO GOPI TÁHÁ SURE TÁLE GÁO 
AMAN KARE KENO CÁO 

CÁND TUMI ÁMÁRA PÁNE, 
AMAN KARE KENO CÁO 

O moon! 
Why do You look at me like that? 
I want to forget You, but You make me look. 

In the world of imagination a dream unfolded. 
The earth's dust became coloured by that dream. 
Into this awareness ,You express Yourself. 

Is that how You anoint everything with Your sweetest love? 
Somewhere in the lonelyness a lover weeps.

Clouds appear in the moonlit night, 
and make my mental peacock dance. 

In which world of Vrindavana 
does the devotees find You, 
O Kanu (one of Krs'n'a's nicknames)? 

Please sing for me in that world's rhythm and tune.