English
Today, the peacock sings in the intense rain and lilies and lotus bloom on the river bank. Who is that, scattering about ketakii fragrance? The rays of hope have been extinguished. Gopa’l, Krsna of Vraja, has hidden Himself. Yet, even today, in the desolate garden someone is calling. The days of Vraja have passed. The hearts of the devotees are empty and charmless. The skies of Vraja have turned dull. Gopa’l has made everyone cry.
