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On an enchanting night,  

Where the bright moon  

Shines like a diamond in the night sky,  

Where nightingales sing their sweet melodies,  

There stands a certain cowherd boy,  

Whose raven curls kiss his cheeks,  

And whose peacock feather dances in the breeze.  

His charming face stirs love-madness  

In the hearts of all the gopis,  

And his sweet smile drips nectar  

For the hungry bees.  

His tender steps bless Mother Earth,  

And his gracious flute beautifies the night ether,  

Attracting the hearts of all who hear,  

Who drown in mighty floods of love.  

Oh Krishna, slow down!  

Let me catch up to you!  

Let my feet be blessed by the dust  

Your soles leave behind.  

Let my voice forever sing your holy names,  

While I endlessly follow you—  

Like the sun for the moon.  

Let my fallen self catch your two lotus feet  

And hold onto them  

Until the end of time...

Your unworthy servant Apoorva