O Kanha, the world speaks nothing of you.
Friends tell me everything I lack, but speak not of what I have.
They tell me of passion, of risk, of becoming, of jewelsβ
But I feel not a murmur of care in my heart!
O Kanha, is it true that I have destroyed my life for you?
Is there no dark gem of Vraj?
Have I fallen for a ruse like a drunken fool?
But still, my heart cares not.
What use is the world, I say!
It has left me beaten and bruised again and again, O friends.
Why should I dance with someone cruel and unforgiving?
Why should I delight in temporary circumstances?
Hear me when I say, this world is nothing but a dalliance to the soul.
The day I met you, O Kanha, the veil was lifted.
No longer must I entertain fools disguised as loversβ
How can I again view the world through lusty, grasping eyes?
My husband has come and opened the door to his palace,
And this door can never be closed.
You cannot expect a married woman to delight in your amusements.
I am busy cleaning the house of my soul, so my groom can make home here.
You may say Prana Sakha is a madman,
That he has not a shred of sensibility, that his heart is bigger than his head.
O friends! Judge me as boldly as you may. Speak clearly with conviction, spit in my face!
For there is no Prana Sakha to insult.
There is no heart, no mind, no world, no disgrace.
O Kanha, I am your madman.
Please, drown me forever in the torrents of divine insanity.
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