I do not wish to see if in that face,beautiful like the moon as it is…I cannot see your loving face…An excellent theme have I got to think upon…I can hear you O My Flute O Lord of my Soul,..Your art always immersed in sportive joy…your heart made of love alone breaketh forth a flood of light in the midst of the dense darkness…Great nirvana the fragrance of peace everlasting floweth without cessation….but the abode of joy everlasting…O My Blue Prince…My Beloved …Jai Shri Krishna —
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