I am the lord of the seven seas
Mountains, valleys, rivers and pastures
Wandering these lands of fading colours.
I am no human to shed tears
But I sigh my grief through this flute
That cries a thousand tunes of pathos.
I danced on the heads of a five-headed snake
Lifted a mountain, slew giants and monsters
Oh! Now I have become a ghost without a soul.
I crushed the skulls of rival kings and foes under my feet
Stepped over the piles of crowns, spears and shattered shields
But this loneliness makes me tremble
As I watch your mirage dissolve in the dark.
Heaps of gold, precious stones, grains and silk
Lay for waste in my dungeons guarded by soldiers and beasts
Yet I am the poorest man yearning for love.
I lay here in my high palace with queens and Gods
Angels dance in my court and chant my name
But I am searching for your scent in the northern winds.
The worlds are at peace, I made laughter and balance
Alas, my heart is filled with chaos.
Poets and Bards sing songs of my glory
Hymns and stories of my deeds and valour
All mortals hail me as the Lord, their God, Gopala! Govinda!
What God am I if I cant grant my very own wish
All I do is weep Radha! Radha! while the whole world sleeps.
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