In the land of mystic skies,
Where the river Yamuna sighs,
Krishna dances, flute in hand,
Charm that sweeps across the land.

Peacock feathers in his hair,
Melodies float through the air,
Cowherd boy with divine grace,
Joy and love upon his face.

In the forests, green and deep,
He awakens hearts from sleep,
Radha’s eyes reflect his glow,
In their love, the...