Krishna, Krishna (Krishna Music)

Krishna, Krishna, O Krishna, Where are you playing the flute from And the melody breaking it With the sweet notes Flowing down to us? Krishna, Krishna, A golden statue of Krishna, The eyes lie they closed in And the image So captivating and charming, Delighting the self! Krishna, Krishna, Playing the tunes And the sweet notes breaking forth, The melodies taking us far away And the image of the One with the flute Dancing before the eyes. Krishna with the flute, Playing the notes, Seated under the kadamba tree, Going with the cowherds And the twilight picturesque With their coming.