My Beloved is One alone; Everywhere my eyes see Him only. In search of love, I came to this world, But after seeing the world I wept, For I felt coldness on all sides, And I cried out in despair, "Must I too become cold?" And with tears, tears, tears, I nurtured that plant of tenderness Which I had almost lost within my heart. Putting reason in the churn of love, I churned and churned. Then I took the butter for myself; Now, let him who likes take that milk. For I have attained what I so desired, I have found my hope. No longer do I need your philosophies and faiths; Nothing to me your theories and creeds; For I have my Beloved. He, upon whose head the crown of the universe is set, Is my Beloved. Krishna is my Lord; To Him I am faithful, Let happen what happens! My Beloved is One alone; Save Him I know none. |
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