Every day, Krishna plays His flute,
To which Radhika dances, losing herself.
She, the soul of Krishna, the Supreme,
In their love, the universe dwells.
Their story began with Kishori's gaze,
And lasted through Kishor's final breath.
Still, their love blooms every night,
In realms beyond life and death.
One sees the other in their reflection,
Each breath, a worship of divine affection.
Together they feel, together they rise,
Two hearts united in celestial skies.
She was the sweetness in His flute's tune,
He, the ornaments she wore as her boon.
Together, they became love's eternal art,
A symbol of devotion, one soul, one heart.
Yet with love, pain comes along,
Leaving them in misery lifelong.
Yearning for the love to which they belong,
Even in separation, their bond stays strong.
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- कृष्णे राधा, राधायाम् कृष्णः, तयोः प्रेम एकसारम्।"
"In Krishna, there is Radha; in Radha, there is Krishna; their love is one essence."
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