Though physically apart

(3103)  Amar kanu jay

My Kanu^[1] is going–
He leaves, leaves, leaves–
In Vrndavan's groves aplenty,
Optic flood having made stream.
For being Surasena's king,
To Mathura does He speed.

Yourself, Kanu, I won't forget,
Regardless how remote You may dwell.
From altar of my psyche,
Does anyone remove Thee?

Kindly come to Braj anew;
Sweetly smile with notes of flute.
A forest-doe and mental peahen,
They yearn for Your lotus feet.

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