English
O Shyam Ray, You came to the kadamba grove and told that You would play the flute. But what a game did You play? You did not reveal Yourself. Do tell me what You want. Tell me how You are to be attained. Your divine game is infinite. There is no limitation to Your thoughts. You are above and beyond all time. Mercifully, with limitless effulgence, You have descended. That mercy reflects in Your thoughts. Into that mental Vrindavan, with charming sweetness, O beloved of the gopiis, come each moment. The Yamuna river of love rushes with tide, by the grace of Your consciousness.
