My beautiful bird, if you come to me,
A blossoming spring for us shall be,
Tenderly soothing my broken heart,
Which by a cause you left apart,
Now deprived of that long love-fest
My heart wants to fly off my chest,
Once again I am here left alone,
Have only one; the One well-known,
Krishna who never leaves me apart,
Is worthy of love, my soul and heart,
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The lute of Krishna sighs.