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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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