Even were I to hide

(3229)  Bansharii dhvani tomari

The sound of a flute that's only Yours,
It pulls me and drags me, attracts me.
Whenever I think I'll not listen,
My resolve can't persevere.

At Vrindavan's grove inside psyche,
In both light and ebon's cranny,
Anywhere that I hide, hear can I
Amid love's splendid beauty.

In heaven, hell, and realm of living,
When and where I go on moving,
Day and night always it accompanies,
Tied by a thread of love only.

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