In Brindavan's lush woods, where love once bloomed
Radha's heart now aches, with every tender tune
The flute's sweet melody, that once entranced her soul
Now echoes through her dreams, a haunting, hollow roll

She misses Him, her Kanha, with every waking breath
The memories of their laughter, now bring only tears and death
The Yamuna's gentle waters, that once reflected...