#vraja

“Krishna, oh Krishna! the lord of love, With your divine form like that of a dove. Thinking of your playful smile and mischievous eyes, makes my heart flutter and take me to the skies.

Your flute’s melody echoes in my soul, as your love fills me up (with joy) and makes me whole. Oh, Krishna, you are the bliss of the highest bliss, embracing you is my only wish.

Your enchanting voice, so sweet and pure, makes me long for you, forevermore. In the feel of your presence, my heart sings, As I offer my love to you, I relish the happiness that you bring.

Unlike you, never had there been nor will there be as great a seducer, in the past, present, or in the future. The selfless gopis cry for you and Sri Radha dies (to meet you), but I am not worthy enough to do any of it, nor can I look into your limpid eyes.

Oh, Krishna! you are the source of all love, is making you mine possible, Keshava? But can such a puny soul appeal to your heart? For love was never mine to impart.