O LORD KRISHNA

O LORD KRISHNA

Sweet Krishna sweet Krishna
Once you blow thy magical flute
A little lyric and strikes its own form
My heart melts into the tunes

In the vast listening woods
A melody waver, delicate tune
From tune to tune winds are
Modulates without pause

All birds have lost their former ease
Pure drop of rain are now mute
My eyes filled with tears that cannot fall
O Krishna, all awaits thy flute

Starlight’s birth of passing hours
With its full power of music draws
Away this heart of mine’
O God! O love! O sweet! Cried lord Radha