O Lord, I Love You. The shyness from public, fear, destruction and annihilation cannot
suppress me. The conscious dust of my mental niip flower, the vibrating flute of the flow
of river Yamuna’, the feelings seen in hearts of the devotees, gopika’s, with all
that, I cannot forget You. You cannot be snatched away from me by any illogical view and
will. Only with Your ideation is taking and giving.

Note:
na= not, is’a’= wish, atarken’a= by illogical, matih= view, apaneya’=
detachable (fem.).