Shyam

They say You are but a figment of fantasy

That dazzle in Forms but a diademed-Dusk

Like grazing beasts beholden to Beauty's grace

Stunned believers by the electric blue

Sundar

Seeing  moon as the one and sun as the other

Your Eyes in the collyrium sky

They say it is but a projection

But in our hearts we feel the Presence

Krishna

I hear the Flute and the answer of anklets

The One sound enchanting the other ones

You say it is only wind-rustle of the leaves

I must agree with you— for All is He