Tulsi Maharani. What joy, what bliss. Descending from the Goloka Vrndavan. What good fortune. What incredible mercy. To touch You. To see You. To serve You. A feast for the eyes. And ocean of nectar. Inconceivable.
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare
