O Lord, my eyes always search for You.
They are thirsty to get You.

In the forests of Vrinda’vana
within the minds of Vraja-dwellers
in the dark waters of the Yamuna’ river
only one enchanting Mohan resides.

The cows wander in search of You
the flute calls expecting You,
the cuckoo cries shamefully,
without the moon
there is darkness.