O My Charming One, Mohan, O charmer of the mind, You came with southern wind in the mental
garden. You removed the agonies, announced Your ever new Divine message. I understood that
I am present in eternal Vrnda’van, amidst the loving dances and buzzings of the bees. At
the smiling call within the core of the heart by the sweet melody of the flute, what a
brilliant glow. I never want to go to the distant heaven. I want to get my charming Mohan
within the mind, the One Who remains surrounded by many associated individually and
collectively, swinging all by the charm as Unique Gem.