I heard the song of your flute, Oh Krishna,
Calling me to you.
I stood externally unmoving,
Inwardly dissolving.
Was it I or your song?
Or were we the same?
I heard the song of your flute, Oh Krishna,
Calling me to you.
I stood externally unmoving,
Inwardly dissolving.
Was it I or your song?
Or were we the same?