O ! Flute , enchanting !
Blessed by the sweet and soft kiss of the lotus-eyed Krishna’s lips
Are you yet another lovelorn Radha or Rugmini ?
With the numerous flowery touches of His sweet lips,
Your soul melted to overflow in the mellifluous
strains of Anand bhairavi
O! Flute, you who flourishes In Kanhaiya’s hand
Stand blessed beyond words ,
Yet, longing and longing for the magic flow of His celestial music
As his golden fingers move, like eye lids that veil your eyes
And caress you with love unparalleled,
You stand bedecked in garlands spun in Neelambari