Gold sparkle in the debris but he is adorned in yellow robes that is shiner than any radiant item glorious as thousand suns.

When he stops by the forest of vrndāvana everything appears to have energy. His skin as the sky of dusk lucid to provide warmth to eyes as tears flow whoever get glimpses of him.

Having the peacock feather in your locks that are as dark as clouds that come with rain. Together they procure hope as the vibrant they are, tell the complexion of life pure and immaculate.

Mohan, you appeared in our life or more as you compel us to enter in your life, prepared us to lay our head at your lotus feet. These feet make the maati of vrndāvana pure, that by touching one become emancipate.

The eyes were able to substantiate your flute that replenishes the nectar in the air, through your symphony. The music reached the ear of whose become alive and danced.

If anyone who had the chance to see your rupa as it were gopī. Absorbed in your lotus feet, they saw nothing except you.

These lips that spread the nectar belongs to the one who is assimilated in you. Kanha,  play that flute once and let me discern no one except you, my lord.

As you play flute flower bloom, rise from their preliminary state to final. That the magic is devotion to you as if one sees nothing and accomplish the highest form of peace.

Krsna, O dark skin one, I know only Japa of your name, will you make me hear that melody of your melodious flute? The destination lies there in your feet.

When your lips touch the sacred future, it generates your harmony in every direction. As you play the flute in whichever direction your hair flow, tree dance the same with you.

Madhav, after hearing madur voice the cow heart prom in joy. Mother she is, she feeds her children milk. Furnish all the love and warmth.

Spiritual is love and devotion so is she, dear to you. She says your name as you wander with her, do your Leela that propels a place our heart.

O Balgopal Krsna, when our heart is with you how can it beat for someone else. When you play the flute, one thing you meet is tears of our affection.

Krsna, Oh Krishna we surrender up to you.

|Radhekrishna|