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.
Just as it comes then it goes,
How long to stay no one knows.
Though for occupying things considerable,
This world both temporary and miserable.
That thing of permanence just find,
And then keep it always in mind.
The one the life of everything living,
To Him your full attention now giving.
Not needed for extravagance to make,
Simple offering like a flower He’ll take.
Krishna your food not needing,
Your devotion the offering feeding.
Watch as fortunes turn around,
From despair into confident ground.
And this bounty with others share,
Of bhakti’s bliss let them be aware.
Into ocean of doubt to sink,
When constantly of food to think.
So that my good health to keep,
And not pain of toxins to reap.
Like with everything else done,
Correct by keeping focus one.
Offer to Supreme Lord instead,
And away from this confusion be led.
Let not your eyes deceive,
In power of deity believe.
Steel, wood or brass though,
God present in archa form know.
From devotion the potency coming,
Through authority worshipable becoming.
Like a meeting between two separated long,
One glance alone to make lifelong bond.