This Cute Little Gokul

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This cute little Gokul, my beloved has made it into Vaikunth! He pampers his devotees here and gives unlimited joy to the Gopis! He, who cannot be grasped by all the philosophies, And never appears even before the greatest of sages, Churns buttermilk at Nanda's place And grazes cows in the Vrindavan woods! This cute little Gokul, my lord has made it into Vaikunth! My beloved, the ultimate indestructible brahman, serves here all on his own And stands naked in front of the Gopis pleading for butter! This cute little Gokul, my beloved has made it into Vaikunth! Narsaiyya's lord, who is beyond reach even of gods And who even Lord Shanker serves, Gives himself unto his devotees, So that even the ultimate liberation becomes their maidservant! This cute little Gokul, my beloved has made it into Vaikunth!

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