The endless expanse of the sky,
Dark blue, like Kanha,
Glitters with stars on a clear night,
Each one, a bedecked Gopika.
While alone, I sit in my room
Staring outside the window.
Darkness casts a pall of gloom.
What do I seek? I don’t know!
Suddenly, I hear something!
Muted sounds of laughter,
Notes of a flute, enchanting,
And tinkles of anklets fall on my ears.
I glance around, but the street’s quiet.
The house is still and dark, too.
Yet, the night, with music, is alive,
And wraps me in midnight blue.
I see then within myself a light
That chases away the darkness.
My soul rejoices like the starry night.
My hope renews in Kanha’s embrace.
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