MAThura NAgARpati

Before daybreak, in the hushed glow of dawn
My Lord you lie, spent and wan
The turmoil at its crest when you decide
To head to Gokul and her side.

Abandoning gold and glory and your Mathura O King,
You take to the flute again, heading
To that world where she waits, your Queen.
These riches you so heedlessly trample
Tell me, which song did she sing?

This song that kept tugging…
With unslept puzzled eyes
I watched that flowery bed and you
Tossing and turning.
Who is she, who waits and weeps…
For whom are you leaving?

The Jamuna is quiet, in tranquil thought…
The wind is at peace, but you are not
As tunes of the past haunt, you clutch your flute
Irresistible is Gokul that your feet do not stop,

Your Radha is with her King, trust me
She has learnt to love, believe me
She has found her solace
In her King’s land and his palace
Wiped away her tears long ago, of longing
But you still rake it up?
Can’t you stop Gokul from calling?

I am still here!