From where comes this aroma?
Why the Vrindavan blooms now?
An invisible Radha
may be dancing in my heart
or an invisible and
lovely Krishna playing flute
in your heart may beckon her;
My Radha and your Krishna
may not be from Ambadi
but they are as real as
the love we share each other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem