It Is You Krishna Yearns

The showers of the night-rain
Simmer as they fall on his form.
He burns, famine-eyed, forlorn
O Radha it is you Krishna yearns.

His fevered heart hums your name
And agony-pearls adorn his cheeks.
No medicine remedies him
O Radha it is you Krishna yearns.

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