Krishna, Krishna, can you tell
What will make Radha Rani well?
She is lost, seen her cry,
Listening to your flute playing sly.
Gopi, Gopi, don’t you know?
She dressed with charm and gleaming glow,
Stole my heart with her beauty so,
So playing flute in her love to grow.
Krishna, Krishna, why stealing heart
Radha loves you world apart?
She waits all day and night
Dim she goes until you in sight.
Gopi, Gopi, don’t you know?
I am the one feeling low.
Stole my heart with her beauty again,
Lost I am, trying to regain.
{Gopis now nod sympathetically for Sri Krishna}
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