Krishna,
My internal frames
Have nothing to glow
Other than the rhymes
Of your eternal love,
And through your sweet flute
Comes the rhythm of my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prem, I would love to include this poem in a documentary I'm producing about Hinduism. Would you be willing to record it (phone is fine) and send it to me? I'll credit you during the film and in the end credits, if you are willing.