Losing battle against time to wage,
Body now aching more with age.
So much already transpired,
Left bewildered and feeling tired.
Still a hope there is for you,
The beautiful one of bluish hue.
With flute standing and smile showing,
The cure for your troubles He’s knowing.
Welcomed is the summer heat,
But still cold sitting at your seat.
Since that one you have forgotten,
Constant despair has begotten.
Let His heat shine in your heart bright,
He whom effusing Brahman’s light.
Going past and His beautiful form see,
All-attractive and full of sweetness is He.
By impending loss made sad,
From frustration left mad.
But why this way do harm?
By a smile instead be charmed.
That image shastra for you making,
Be wise and in your mind taking.
Holding flute and beautifully standing,
That image let be your landing.