Govind’s Flute

Shyam, your flute calls Radha, Radha,
And to the haunting beautiful melody
The whole Brij chants Radha Radha.
Whether it is the banks of the Yamuna
Or the tree under which you play it,
All echo with the entrancing notes.
People are beguiled by the exotic sound.
Now they do not know who they are.
Intoxicated are birds, flowers and plants -
They do nothing but look towards you.
Who is that who is not a slave to it?
Govind’s flute fills our lives with delight
If only we could listen to what it sings.
Shyam, loves all who recite Radha, Radha,
The name of all that exists!!!
Shyam, your flute calls Radha, Radha.