Do Not Play Thy Flute
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Do not play thy flute
Oh Krishna, it aches my heart
All of Brindavan block my road
My friends, my own blood
Forsake me for thy love
Oh dear, do not play thy flute.
My heart heaves like the sea
This full moon night
The fragrance with
My dear memories
Blown along the sweet breeze
Pain my heart, oh dearest
Don't play thy flute
The moonlit sky above
My pet Myna, my own black eyes
Reflect thy fond memories
The memories, sweet and fragrant
Dash and crush my heart
Oh dear, don't play thy flute.
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