English
O cowherd prince! O cowherd prince! Who do You decorate with flowers and what for do You play the flute? Day and night, Your smile applies healing balm on sorrows. Even without physically seeing You, I love You in the mirror of mind. You exist for all time, intoxicating the stream of my mental Yamuna river. You dance in creation, preservation and destruction, both within and beyond the scope of time.
