Russia, Poland, Italy,
Sweden, Germany
Singing
The song of Rama,
The song of Krishna,
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,
Rama-Rama,
Krishna-Krishna,
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,
Rama-Rama,
Krishna-Krishna.
The ISKCON-ite bhaktas,
Krishna bhaktas
Singing
The song of Rama,
The song of Krishna,
Hare Rama, hare Krishna,
Rama-Rama,
Kishna-Krishna so joyfully,
So soulfully
Lost in devotion
With the dholakas and cymbals
Dancing and singing,
Singing and dancing
To the tune of the kirtana.
What it is love,How the feelings of,The emotions and passions of itWhich only the panting doves can!Love is love,Love is a feeling of heart,Love a bonding between soul to soul,Love is emotional attachment,Infatuation forAnd they after a mirage.If not, love and then say to me,What is it love,How is it borne,Which but only a love…
Light and darkness,The history of lightAnd reflection,Light reflecting,Dazzling and glistening,Falling uponAnd flashing.The history of lightAnd with lightThe history of creation,Sound,The break of soundWith the cock-crow and dawn break,The lotus bloomingIn the fresh sunlight.
But the journo,I mean the columnist, the feature writerThe interest of oursMaking us bubble with humour,Tickling and entertainingWith his lively jokes, funs, puns and voice imitations,Taking lassi not, but beverageThrough a straw pipe and saying the things of his own,Doing the caricature and sayingThe old man with a turban sometimes looking very normal,Sometimes dyeing the…
My love?Chandramukhi, Chandramukhi,When I do not, I see youIn the star, in the moon,Chandramukhi, Chandramukhi,my love.
You A Lonely girl,A lonely girl!Dark Daughter, Dark Daughter!You a lonely girl,A lonely girl!
moving awayunder colder nights of gloom.A lady wrapped undera thick woolen blanketgoing somewhere,marking the frost and chill of the air.The harsh and chilly wind blowing it hard,the bones chilling,the cold waves raking up,but the lady of the winter in the gait of hers.
