The first ever musical rendition of Śrī Caurāṣṭakam by Śrīla Bilvamaṅgala Ṭhākura in English. Credits: Song – Śrīla Bilvamaṅgala Ṭhākura Lyrics – Ramāi Manohara Dāsa Mixed & Mastered By – Ankit Verma & Sachin DOP – Sahil Capture's Cast – Rasamayi Rādhe Dāsī, Chhavi & Mishka Production By – Sahil Capture's Lyrics: Oh, who's that thief in the land of Vraja, Who's famous for stealing the pots of butter, And the clothes of his maiden lovers, And also the sins which make us suffer? He's stolen Radha's heart and seems so proud, And robbed the colour of a rain-filled cloud; And those who take his shelter, for them he's vowed He'd rip them off their families and also their house. O Makhan-Chor, who steals the cream, O Chitta-Chor of Radha’s dream, O Hari, stealer of our sin, O Damodar, stay locked within. He'd rip off their wealth and leave them broke, Like beggars on the streets, having no clothes. Such a thief has never been known, Neither here nor in the heavenly zone. Just by uttering his mysterious name, Mountains of sins are set aflame. His wonderful glory we loudly exclaim; Such a thief will never be seen again. O Makhan-Chor, who steals the cream, O Chitta-Chor of Radha’s dream, O Hari, stealer of our sin, O Damodar, stay locked within. Stealing my wealth and also my pride, All of my senses and also my life, Where will you run and where will you hide? For in my heart you'll forever be tied. You cut off the terrible noose of death, And also the repeated cycle of birth and death, Along with the attachment to women and wealth; But still your lovers have tied you in their heart's depths. O Makhan-Chor, who steals the cream, O Chitta-Chor of Radha’s dream, O Hari, stealer of our sin, O Damodar, stay locked within. O thief, today you're caught; I'll place you in my heart to rot. With beginningless ignorance, it's become so dark, For your own crimes may you eternally be locked.
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