English
O Gopal, the coloured powder of festivity, in my mental garden You are the darling of my feelings. For You, I remain full of hope, with tears in my eyes. I do not want anything from You. I only want You close to me forever. Your smile and charming flute float in Vrindavan. O beloved, come close to me. Never go away far. Leaving You, I lose everything. Why? Nobody knows.
