When your chariot leaves
in the cold early morning,
I awake into flashing darkness.
Shadows of seen dreams
wander in the pools of my eyes.
In my ancestral house,
you step in
with an empty desire...
but with perfect, pure love
and a billion hungers in your heart.
My moody, lazy heart,
with fertile fortunes
and brimming soul,
returns to your idol.
As you touch my femininity,
with a passionate flute note,
I begin my endless rest
in a private, eternal world
with my Krishna.
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