English
O Krsna I remembered You looking at the black dark clouds. I want to keep You in my meditation by applying the dust of Vraja on my head. That Gokul or Yamuna is not there any more. I do not see the boy of Yashoda. While churning the curd the Gopiis do not remember the stealer of butter. There are no flowers on the tama'l and niipa trees. Neither are there herds of cows shaking bells on their neck. Where has the boy king of cowherds gone to? To which Gokul?
