Tribhanga
In Brindavan's grove, soft-flute the Child-Eternal plays
In manifold souls He dances into the One Embrace
Murlimanohar ! How sweet is Your Grace!
To Mathura city swift strides the Youth - the old regime He slays
To wrest hard those wrestler souls from their unrest and malaise
Janardhana! How merciful is Your Grace!
On Kurukshetra's battle-field - He the Guide of a myriad ways
On man's choice by his nature's nurture, each soul finds its phase
Sri Krishna! All-Encompassing is Your Infinite Grace!
A rare painting by Mola Ram circa 1880/Garhwhal school
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