(Nainaa ghunghat mein naa samaat)

My eyes are not confined by the veil.

They are not satiated even by continuously looking at the beautiful body of the Nanda's son (Krishna).

My eyes are steeped in love and keep on wandering after its nectar, not knowing anything else.

What should I say, my eyes are always madly after the sight of Hari, and when the veil hides them, they become distraught.

I've often tried to deter them, but failed, as my eyes have not shunned their habit.

When they don't see Lord Girdhar (Krishna), each and every moment appears before them  like an age.

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