God of Hindus hard to understand,

Why blue and with flute in His hands?

Of a vengeful Lord only we’re told,

Having a gray beard and looking old.

Why then is God Krishna so young?

And why on Gokula’s fields to run?

Is not His business to set people straight?

To eliminate vice, violence and hate?

Actually God supreme pleasure feels,

All life’s pains His company heals.

In Vrindavana secret potion they’ve found,

Just in listening to from Krishna sound.

Animals and humans stop when they hear,

The flute of Shyamasundara so dear.

Pray will come that fortunate day,

When hear that beloved sound I may.