Blood, sweat and tears, the battle-wounds of this trite transient life

Every mortal breath births death - when  time its poison arrow shoots

Kurukshetra past and present - the kind and killing field.

Knowing Krishna's smile - just wile awhile the sting of strife

Hari from harm to harmony uplifts - Immortal is Love- He flutes

Brindavan future - when flowering humanity divine fruits yield!