The winds of vrindhavan br Were royally stirred br And there silence redeemed br When he held the bamboo br Flute to his glossy lips br And let flow a morning raga… br br The intense fragrance of br Kadamba blooms filled br Her divinely soundless vicinity br Which ceremoniously resounded br The clanging of her trinkets br When she sprinted towards the banks of Yamuna… br br The same winds of vrindhavan br Drove themselves into eternal br Sacrament of grave silence br Since she stopped to dance br For he forfeited his gentle flute br And stormed the battle field of kurukshetra…br br Seema Aarellabr br