Let me dissolve in the music
That floats in the breeze
Heavy with the noon day sun
Let me lie in a swoon at your feet
Listening to the honey filled
Sweet melody wafting fragrant
In the meadows myriad flowers
The pot I brought to fill lies forsaken
Do not forsake me, Shyam!
Fill my soul with your song
Let me tie my golden anklets
With the tinkling silver bells
Dance to the music you sing
My dear Gopala! Mukunda!
Krishna! You make me mad,
Forgetful of the world,
Deaf I stand, to all else
Listening to your flute, call my soul!
Radha, everyone calls me krishna coz of my colour dark...... none to know me............. pain made me dark.......... every moment i play the long reed, i am accumulating pain............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a music for the soul....krishna's flute gave