Eternal

That day, she stole his divine flute,

Why was that so?

Because he slept soundly on the day,

When they were supposed to meet,

Causing her to feel not so good.

Her anger spiked so much so,

That she stole his flute,

Running away in fear,

While yearning for his chase,

With her glance going restlessly to and fro.

He caught up to her,

Found the flute on her body,

Then he pointed out,

"Oh Radhe, how will you atone for the sin

That you have gathered after the trouble you stirred?"

She didn't believe him,

Of course, she wouldn't,

After all he's Krsna, the master of thieves and trickery,

She wanted to look mature, it seemed.

But then again,

When pestered to and fro,

She became frightened,

Upon asking,

He pushed her to an intimate day right then,

Before she could refrain.

Seeing her blessed and obedient form so adorable,

He blessed her with a night worthy to praise her beauty,

Worthy to write scriptures through actions,

Worthy to spend a night full of bliss,

For an extended amount of time,

For this, Krsna seemed to excited and abled.

The fated night finally came,

That day, she was utterly sad,

For she hadn't met him for the entire day,

Her lifeforce itself seemed to want to escape,

But only with Krsna's name can it be tamed.

Then, a miracle happened once again,

She heard that enchanting flute,

Sounding so enchanting,

As if calling her out for the rasa dance,

Calling her out for a night full of romance,

And she instantly rushed out,

Like a girl so insane.

When she reached,

Followed by other expansions of hers, in a similarly enchanted way,

Krsna looked at her, teasingly,

Saying, "Oh Radhe, why did you break those rules?

Why did you abandon everything for my touch?"

She blushed, feeling utterly embarrassed,

Replying, "Oh Kanha, you're not doing this right.

This is not fair, since you already know the truth,

You're only teasing me.

Why in the world did you have to play that flute?

That enchanting sound that sealed my fate?"

When she was about to run away,

He silently grabbed her hand,

Whispering into her ears,

"Oh sweet Radhe,

Because I know you like it."

And then started the rasa lila in the forest,

The Gopis started worshipping the two of them,

Letting them play on the swing,

That fateful night was reserved,

With the beauty of an enchanting and intimate play,

Of the divine couple,

With the love of Krsna, spreading equally among the Gopis,

Making them blush,

With the entire forest,

Dancing and showering bliss everywhere,

That place became their loving nest.

Those who hears this pastime,

With utmost devotion and faith,

With purity of heart and soul,

With no mortal and sexual desires at heart,

They'll be lifted instantly from the mortal realm,

Enjoying with the Supreme Personality Of Godhead,

For an eternal amount of time.