O Lord, I was oblivious of You, why? Tell me, tell me. Whether the devotees, gopiis, can
exist without Krsna? No, no, no. The water, stored within the sandal wood, carries
fragrance. The pearl remains threaded in the garland with cheap twine. You do not forget
me, I also would not forget You. The sunlight within the small pit on the ground shines.
By rainbow, the vast sky is restless. You are there and I am there, with both the illusory
game liila’ goes on. The path is Yours, the articles of the path is also Yours, by Your
inspiration.