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 If I have to live, I must love
Be my Krishana’s darling dove,
Meet Him in forest or in grove
Beyond base passions rove.
If I love, ‘I’ has to die
In true faith on Him rely,
In harmony with Him ally
All sins will then bid good-bye.
Love is not my mom sis house
By offering the head propose,
My identity I have to lose
In turn own the whole cosmos.
His love is pure as crystal clear
Cupid’s arrow cannot spear,
In His love if I shed tears
Symphony of His flute I hear.
All His charms on me bestows
I in turn in His halo glow,
Grazing cows with Him I go
Gopis' stolen butter enjoy.
I partake in Divine Dance
He alone is in my glance,
He is essence of my romance
He is ever in my trance.
Now-a-days I do not sow
But a rich harvest I mow,
For me all things He grows
In His consciousness I glow.
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