Flute in Hand,
He breathed the Cosmos,
And then it began...
to tease the gopis so close.
Ever-seated in paradise
Laksmi by His side
Melt my heart of Ice
O Killer of pride!
Divine Grace in His gaze,
Vision's perfection to see Him,
to Whom I owe praise,
Light of my heart grow not dim!
Steal butter or kill Ravana,
mighty archer supreme teacher,
heart flutters for lovin' ya,
make me Caitanya's preacher.
Scatter the fog of the astral plane Oh Lord,
that I Thee might perceive,
Hail Krsna and applaud,
prisoned Atma's reprieve!
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