The flute
So melodiously
With the crown
Decorated with
Peacock feathers,
The blue-boy
Looking so cloudy,
So hill-panoramic,
So cloudy and lurking,
So sunny blue
As the hills dazzle in sunlight,
As the clouds lurk over the hills
That hue shaded in,
Silhouetted in
The face of
Murari, Krishna-Murari,
Krishna the Flute-player!
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