Miles away from Your familiar threshold,
I now a Golden Desert behold!
Riches richer than richness itself it may hold,
But o! My heart is caught in pain multifold!
For, i have not begotten Your beautiful smile,
The heat of seperation does my senses deride,
And when i think i am not by Your side,
My mind is amidst a painful ride.
But when sorrows cloud this heart,
When problems force to tear it apart;
When all hope seems to be lost-
Then, there is none but You- o Lord!
For then i looked up at the sky infinite,
And o! Your complexion drenched my sight!
O Cloud-Complexioned Krishna! Hiding amidst those clouds-
You were sending down raindrops so loud!