O! Krishna!
Once upon a time
I thought I was a hurricane.
Sweeping the face of earth,
Swapping things about,
I felt so proud, so powerful!
But when the wind was gone,
I came to see that I was but the dust,
Shed down, settling on chance things.
Just a dust .. that was me.
But you received me into your hand
And by your own fingers
Placed me on your cheeks;
In what ethereal colours I began to shine !
Me, the dust, on thine cheeks!
When Radha kissed you on the other cheek,
In the blush, on my side of Thine cheek
I reached eternal life!
Me, the falling dust,
Fondly placed by Thee,
On Thy cheek.
Srirangam Mohanarangan
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