Krishna,
Krishna,
Where has he gone,
Where is he fluting,
Fluting the flute
Under which kadamba tree,
Where by the banks of the Yamuna,
The notes breaking
And taking to different places,
Wandering far, breaking into melodies
So lyrical and comforting?
Shyam,
Ghanashyam,
Fluting the flute
And the notes breaking
Taking to the untrodden, trodden ways
Of the forest by the banks of the Yamuna,
The unheard divien melodies,
Krishna,
Krishna the Flute-player!
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