Whatever anyone myself may tell,
Yourself I've held dear.
Your arrival and Your smile,
In my life they play a pipe of reed.
All hope of mine relies on Thee;
I will go on staying in abode of psyche.
Hey the Messenger of Peace, Unruffled Beauty,
So it is I come again frequently.
You are ever in Vraja's ideation;
You've remained coated by the phag of my love.
Hey the One by milkmaids adored,
For Your sake only, do I laugh, do I weep.
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Yesterday, today, and eternity entirely depends on Thee.
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