You blow Life to the Flute…
And when it sings…
All the souls open up
As the soft petals open up
To the first rays of the Sun…
Bathed in Light and Ambrosia…
O Krishn, O Mohan,
No one pays any attention
To the Raga of Your Music…
It is enough that You are singing…
What luster comes out of that Flute
When You touch it in your own hand…
What magic the symphony creates…
The entire jungle-all the animals, bird and humans
Stands hypnotized to the pull of your sacred lute…
O BankeBihari, O MadanGopal,
Do You know…
That everyone just forgets to bow to You,
Hearing your soft call …
Do You ever know…
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