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Into the forest of palm and palmyra,  
In a grove of [[:wikipedia:Borassus flabellifer|tal]] and [[:wikipedia:Cinnamomum tamala|tamal]] trees,{{#tag:ref|Two trees that devotees associate with the [[Krsna]] of [[:wikipedia:Vrindavan|Vrindavan]].|group="nb"}}
who has come in new adornment?  
Oh Who came in new clothing?
Opening the doors of the mind,  
Door of psyche opening,
He brought me for Your work.  
Myself You fetched for Your deeds.
The earth was flooded with rain.
 
The pits and the heart are lost in one.  
By rainfall the earth is flooded;
Amidst the heavenly fragrance,  
Lost in just the One, heart's hoofprints.{{#tag:ref|Specifically, this would be the hoof-prints of a cow. The imagery is of a hoofprint holding liquid and that liquid reflecting the moon. The cow is a symbol of devotion to Krsna.|group="nb"}}
the vibrated mind is full of You.  
Plangent is the mind, with You abrim,
The sky and the underworld have merged together
Amid a fragrance delighting.
and with only one rhythm, all dance.  
 
Vibrated and vanquished with one significance,  
United in thought are hell and heavens,
all seek wee bit of Your grace, O Lord.
Everybody's dance with same cadence.
The sole-purpose necklace vibrated,
An iota of Your grace they beseech.
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