Sri Krishna, the lover of sri Vrindavan, The Lover of Devotees, ever respect the dignity of love,
Once upon a time, on an night of autumn,
When the full moon was raining showers of nectar upon the thirsty earth in the shape of her balmy rays,
Soft and mild breeze was on way to express its love for the occasion, fragrance of flowers indicating the truth of proximity of someone special along with, the murmuring Yamuna was singing sweetly the glories of divine culture that relates to the occasion, and When Half of the Sri Vrindavan was in dream state of their beloved Krishna,
Sri Krishna was sitting alone near the forest side, on the bank of Yamuna,
With His flute in hands, as he began to play tune, the walling breeze carried the soothing melodies everywhere,
Tune from the flute of Krishna was soul captivating, and lovers of Krishna was passionate for,
And as brought it to the ears of the shepherd girls, makes them rush towards him, cradle unmindful of its weeping, ran to meet the soul mate,
Maddened by the melodies hastened towards the bank of Yamuna, was the limit of love for Krishna,
May Lord Bless all,
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