To Gokul's heart, I yearn to go,
To Gokul's heart, though He's not here,
My soul astray, a lonely show,
To Gokul's heart, though He's not near,
I must, must go.
My eyes, a path, where tears descend,
My eyes, a path of weeping streams,
Love's mystic grace, its course to bend,
Love's radiant light, its vibrant gleams,
A glimpse to lend.
Why does the heart wear shadows deep?
Why does despair so darkly loom?
Why do such sorrows softly creep?
Why whispers doubt within this room?
A sweet sleep.
Hope's blossoms bloom, my Shyam will come,
Hope's blossoms burst, my Love will meet,
The night of pain, its work is done,
The night is gone, the joy is sweet,
Let praises hum.
To Gokul's heart, I yearn to roam,
To Mathura's dream, to Nand's embrace,
To Gokul's heart, forever home,
To Gokul's heart, I find my place,
I must, must roam.
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