In Vrindavan, the land of love and grace,
Krishna and Radha meet in a secret place,
The moonlit night, so serene and clear,
Their love, a flame, burning bright and dear.

Krishna, the dark lord,
so charming and bold,
Radha, the fair maiden,
with a heart of gold,
Their love, a union, so pure and divine,
A sacred bond, that will forever shine.

Krishna, with his flute, plays a sweet melody,
Radha, with her...