So much love, so much so that it is possible to take care of the
mind, that is, in such a way that the soul
is in danger,
and I am sure.
With the name of his name, he goes to sleep, the
water of pain, the two eyes fall in
his work, cutting the
sarabala do not see the heart, weeping.
How many flowers are ganthi, his necklace
is disconnected from him, how many incense,
O god , burn again , it is
dirty, weeping, Radha.
Sleepy night, I spent a lot of night
thinking about it, I realized
that the flute, which was very bad, was
thought to be very late.
How many storms, clouds
are clouded in the mind temple, light is the mother of the
slave, everyday
she is mournful, if she does not want to mourn her legs .
In the form of fear, the
name of the name of his name
, so much that I love him so much, so much so
that the god but still remains.
