The Sweetheart of Gopiis, You are loved,
Slayer of Kamsa, hiking the mind.
Beyond language at the Gokul of psyche,
Hey Murari, always You have smiled.
Unbodied has remained a faint, shapeless presence;
Rahu never makes that moon a morsel.
That Krsnacandra, heart's heaven
He fills to the brim with a wind fine.
Constantly bowing at lotus feet ruddy,
Every moment, each instant stay with me.
Myself do make dance to those same beats,
The meter You sounded upon that reed pipe.
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Lord Krsna, I am mad for You.
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