Krishna, without you Radha, Refrain
Diminished to so frail a state,
Finds her necklace weight too great.
Krishna, without you Radha,
Feels poisoned by the sandal balm,
The soothing unguent meant to calm.
Krishna, without you Radha,
Is scorched by love, a flame that burns
As, with every sighing breath, she yearns.
Krishna, without you Radha,
With lotus eyes, is looking all around for you,
Eyes like flowers plucked, streaming tears of dew.
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Krishna, without you Radha,
Rests cheek in hand, cradled there tight,
A new moon steady in the dark of night.
Krishna, without you Radha,
Imagines her bed of leaves a pyre—
What should be cool is on fire.
Krishna, without you Radha,
Anxiously chants, “Oh my God, oh God above,”
As if eager to die for the sake of your love.