O my dear krisna
You are the friend of distress and creation
Master of gopies
Lover of Radharani
You are the supreme personality of godhead
All copies were purly mad
Absolutely true; Around abroad
You are the aternal and unborn
O my dear krisna
I totally except the truth
That you have told; that today failed
Neither the demigods nor the demons
O my dear krisna
After hearing Bhagwat gita
I became the supreme Brahman
Everything being Brahman
You let me pram dharma
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