I hear a note from a
flute coming down the
river. O my enchanted
heart! what doubts the flute
player has not yet
erased in your mind?
In dark trousers near the
dark Jamuna waters,
Krishna appears darker
than ever before.
A single note from his
flute makes me lose my
mind. I stumble and ask
to be free of these
torments of mine.
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