Mero Mann

My heart is stuck in Vrindavan,

My heart clings to Hari's feet.

Wandering as a hermit in Braj,

Wandering as a hermit in Braj,

Sipping the waters of Yamuna,

My heart is stuck in Vrindavan,

My heart clings to Hari's feet.

Nothing's left of me, O Mohan,

Your dust is in every particle.

In the groves and lanes of Vrindavan,

In the groves and lanes of Vrindavan,

May I merge with You, my Lord,

My heart is stuck in Vrindavan,

My heart clings to Hari's feet.

O beloved of this hermit,

To You, I surrender all,

At the end, may I find bliss,

At the end, may I find bliss,

Only the melody of Your flute,

My heart is stuck in Vrindavan,

My heart clings to Hari's feet.

Lost in Your memory, O Kunj Bihari,

Lost in Your memory, O Kunj Bihari,

Take me now, my dearest love,

Accept this humble soul of mine.

My heart is stuck in Vrindavan,

My heart clings to Hari's feet.

Wandering as a hermit in Braj,

Wandering as a hermit in Braj,

Sipping the waters of Yamuna,

My heart is stuck in Vrindavan,

My heart clings to Hari's feet.

The playful one upon the serpent,

Calls me to His divine feet.

Vrindavan rains grace upon me,

One day, O Yamuna,

Let me find Him there.