A king like no other

(3265)  Rakhal raja re rakhal raja re

Oh Cowherd King, the Cowherd King,
Flowers whom do You make wear,
For whose sake You play a pipe of reed?

Day and night Your laughter,
Arriving upon pain a salve it gives.
Even though not witnessing I still cherish
Yourself on the mirror of psyche.

You are the tempus perpetual;
The Jamuna of mind You've driven mad.
By creation, maintenance, and destruction You dance,
Outside right and wrong time's periphery.

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