Rudi ne rangili re vaahlaa taari vaansali re lol
MP3 FILE FOR SONG :
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SONG LYRICS
He Vaansali tara mota bhaag,
Ne riye Kaana ne haath,
Ane ame gopiyoon, ame avi jogan gopiyoon,
A Kone Riye Kaana ni Vaat.
Sar sar par sadhar amar tar anusar, kar kar var dhar mel kare hari har sur avar achhar ati manhar, bhar bhar ati ur harakh bhare nirkhat nar pravar, pravar gun nirjar, nikat mukat sir savar name ghanra pat fararr gharr pad ghunghar, rangbhar sundar shyam rame....[2]
Rudi ne rangili re vaahlaa taari vaansali re lol
Rudi ne rangili re vaahlaa taari vaansali re lol
Ashad ucharam ... Megh malharam ...bani baharam ... jaldharam
Dadoor dakaram .. Mayur pukaram .... tadita tarama vistaram
Na lahi samharam ...pyaas apaaram ... nandakumaram nirkhyari
Kahe Radhe pyaari .. mein balihari ... Gokul aavo giridhari ... re ji re ... Gokul aavo Giridhari
re tame Gokul aavo Giridhari !
vaage taara, jhaanjhar no jhanaaar jo
halve halve haalo re raani tame raadhikaa re ji...Rudi
Rudi ne rangili re vaahlaa taari vaansali re lol
Translation:
Oh flute you fortunate one
For you rest in Kanha's hands
While us gopis, us ascetic gopis
Have no one to tell of our love for Kanha
Just one look at the master of all, the legend so great,
Will make eternal our whole existence
Take us in your arms
And make us one with you
Oh flute your sounds so unique, beautiful and soothing
Fill joy in the hearts of all humankind
With joy and passion in his heart
Wearing a crown he dances in circles
Making sounds, the curly haired one prances around
Soaked in color, gorgeous Shyama plays
Fine and vibrant is your flute, dear Krishna
The monsoon speaks, sings songs of rain
Turns into spring
The flow of streams, the growl of clouds, the calls of peacocks
All joys rest within you
You who are boundless and absolute
My thirst for you is unquenchable, cries dear Radha as she marvels at Nand Kumar
For you I sacrifice my all, please come to Gokul, O Girdhari
Please come to Gokul, OGirdhari, Please come to Gokul,
Walk gently, O fair Radha your anklets chime
Fine and vibrant is your flute, dear Krishna
MP3 FILE FOR SONG :
https://app.box.com/s/y38l0u54r1d7hpdsmrsc
He Vaansali tara mota bhaag,
Ne riye Kaana ne haath,
Ane ame gopiyoon, ame avi jogan gopiyoon,
A Kone Riye Kaana ni Vaat.
Sar sar par sadhar amar tar anusar, kar kar var dhar mel kare hari har sur avar achhar ati manhar, bhar bhar ati ur harakh bhare nirkhat nar pravar, pravar gun nirjar, nikat mukat sir savar name ghanra pat fararr gharr pad ghunghar, rangbhar sundar shyam rame....[2]
Rudi ne rangili re vaahlaa taari vaansali re lol
Rudi ne rangili re vaahlaa taari vaansali re lol
Ashad ucharam ... Megh malharam ...bani baharam ... jaldharam
Dadoor dakaram .. Mayur pukaram .... tadita tarama vistaram
Na lahi samharam ...pyaas apaaram ... nandakumaram nirkhyari
Kahe Radhe pyaari .. mein balihari ... Gokul aavo giridhari ... re ji re ... Gokul aavo Giridhari
re tame Gokul aavo Giridhari !
vaage taara, jhaanjhar no jhanaaar jo
halve halve haalo re raani tame raadhikaa re ji...Rudi
Rudi ne rangili re vaahlaa taari vaansali re lol
Translation:
Oh flute you fortunate one
For you rest in Kanha's hands
While us gopis, us ascetic gopis
Have no one to tell of our love for Kanha
Just one look at the master of all, the legend so great,
Will make eternal our whole existence
Take us in your arms
And make us one with you
Oh flute your sounds so unique, beautiful and soothing
Fill joy in the hearts of all humankind
With joy and passion in his heart
Wearing a crown he dances in circles
Making sounds, the curly haired one prances around
Soaked in color, gorgeous Shyama plays
Fine and vibrant is your flute, dear Krishna
The monsoon speaks, sings songs of rain
Turns into spring
The flow of streams, the growl of clouds, the calls of peacocks
All joys rest within you
You who are boundless and absolute
My thirst for you is unquenchable, cries dear Radha as she marvels at Nand Kumar
For you I sacrifice my all, please come to Gokul, O Girdhari
Please come to Gokul, OGirdhari, Please come to Gokul,
Walk gently, O fair Radha your anklets chime
Fine and vibrant is your flute, dear Krishna
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