O diggers, tell you not about the statue,
The olden statue,
O diggers, tell you not kindly
About the statue,
The olden antique statue,
The statue of Radha and Krishna
Which you have found
From the rubble, the debris
Of the fallen columns and and foundation
Of the terracotta temples,
Centuries old,
Lying forgotten,
Buried deep into history!
You give me, give me the statue,
The golden statue of Radha and Krishna,
O diggers,
O diggers, you give me, give me,
My Radha and Krishna,
My golden Radha and Krishna,
Lying deep within,
Golden and sparkling,
But blackly
As if carbon-covered
Or coated in black,
Which but I do not know it!
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