English
The days of Vraja are gone. Gopa'l of Vraja has left His home. The sweetness of Vraja has spread throughout the world, and has illuminated it. Yet, in Vraja the ladies do not light lamps in the evenings, and in rainy seasons, the niipa flower does not bloom. The ladies of Vraja now do not put on vermilion marks on their forehead, but instead, silently weep. The boys of Vraja have stopped playing. Their cows do not eat grass anymore. The shy deer with enchanting black but sweet eyes are not seen anymore. The milkmaids do not churn curd as they constantly look for the butterstealer. Bereft of waist ornaments they today, beat their heads.
