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How balmy the hymn of Krishna’s flute
Thy bring out love from the hearts’ root
Thou melody heal the throbbing ones
When dances with thy heavenly foot
Thou maketh creatures dance in glee
The nectar turns sweeter and sweet
The roses bloom and sparrows chirp
And damsels dance with thy every beat
Elegant Radha dances on thy tune
Along with thy songs she musingly hums
Her love eternal incessantly pours
Thou art the star and she the moon
Oh Krishna teach me songs of love
Or else this heart makes me rove
Tunes of thy flute that makes me lost
And soar high in the clouds above.
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