Madhava Tohe Ki Sikhayaba Ana

(Refrain) mādhaba tohe ki śikhāyaba āna gorī ālāpi śyāma naṭa sañcaru aba tuhu bidagadha jāna (1) muralī milita adhara naba-pallaba gāyata kata kata rāga kulabatī ho-i mandira choḍi āyalu sahite nā pāri birāga (2) muralī choḍi achu madhura ālāpite saba jana nāhi āna kaṇṭhahi kaṇṭha meli abahi samujhiye yati ṛṇe hota suṭhāma (3) nirajana jāni hṛdaye aba dhārabi aichana guṇabatī bhāṣa guṇijana-lāja aiche nāhi hoyata kahatahiḿ gobinda-dāsa

1) How many melodies do You play on the flute placed to Your flower-petal lips? Leaving their homes, the saintly gopis run to You. They have no power to stay away. (2) Putting down the flute, now You speak sweetly. No one is like You. Meeting the gopis closely, You declare that You are in debt to them. (3) Thus You speak to the saintly gopis. In this secluded place You will embrace them to Your heart. The saintly devotees are not shy to praise these pastimes. So speaks Govinda dasa.