Another time

(3555) Alakta shikha chilo citakamale

Lac-colored had been the flame in the mental lotus,
Yourself having said You will come.
On a restless wind with a placid, cordial song,
Every moment You stirred action.

On a blue lake had bloomed just my one flower;
In that shape had been infused fragrance incomparable.
It had become anxious, wholeheartedly had it craved
You to have come, raising up.

Now You've arrived at Vrndavan, and You have crazed;
By a bamboo flute's vibration, unto mind You've given sway.
The lotus-garden is aclatter all the time;
Atop stalk and root romps a golden blossom.

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