Mistake it not for a cabaret dance
With sex and lust in dancer’s glance,
It was at Lord Krishana’s stance
For routing Cupid’s lusty lance.
At the end of Ashwin* cool night
When the moon shone full bright,
Ecstatic melody from Flute flowed
Woods and valley with it glowed
Hearing it the Gopis’ faces gleamed
Eternal bliss in their being beamed,
They left their chorus and dough
Dress unaware towards the Flute go.
They left their hubbies and babies
Left their homes, relations' webs,
They forgot all the social contract
In madness ran to the Yamuna tract.
In divine trance forgetful of being
Dancing formed a circular ring,
Lord Krishana to its center bring
Around the Nucleus without string.
Their overwhelming ego He discerned
And their mundane love He spurned,
The Lord asked them,
“Go back, And in your household duties rap!”
Gopis with their souls tethered to Him
Very thought of separation was grim,
He felt they are possessively mean
So Krishana disappeared from the scene.
*Ashwin, is the seventh month of the Hindu lunar calendar and sixth month in the solar India's national civil calendar, where it is the second month in Autumn. It overlaps September and October of the Gregorian calendar.
