Krishna, in my myrtle grove of mind,
I long for You constantly.
I go on performing recollection Thine;
My mind is engrossed in Thee.
Heart's Jamuna swells with horripilation;
Flooding the two banks with Your contemplation.
Inwardly I hear, alone in isolation,
As if Who is narrating many a story?
Any other thoughts the mind fails to acknowledge;
It keeps thinking of only Your tales multifarious.
In fancy's Gokul, on a shore forgotten,
Rise hundreds of introspections sensory.
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