With flute in hand, of the colour of a fresh waterladen cloud, dressed in yellow silks, of lips red, face charming like the full moon and eyes like lotus; I know not what truth is there beyond Krishna, O Lord of Sweetness.
With flute in hand, of the colour of a fresh waterladen cloud, dressed in yellow silks, of lips red, face charming like the full moon and eyes like lotus; I know not what truth is there beyond Krishna, O Lord of Sweetness.