Instrumental Intro)

(1) je anilo prema-dhana koruna pracur

heno prabhu kotha gela acarya-thakur

Departed devotees are all gone into the world of light!

And I alone sit ling’ring here;

Their very memory is fair and bright,

They inhabit the world of no fear

Their after glow lingers and glitters

Like stars upon some gloomy grove,

Or the sun’s faint beams splintering

A she westward roves

I see them walking in an air of glory,

Their light tramples on my dreary days:

where I write the last pages of my story

My heart full of love and lips of praise

O Krishna, the Supreme Person

High than the heavens above!

You sent the devotees to lift the curtain

To rekindle embers of my long lost love

Dear, beauteous Death! the jewel of the just,

Shining nowhere, but in the dark;

What mysteries does your smile suggest

On what cruise shall we embark

At first sight, coming upon an empty nest

We know the bird has flown

But what enchanting tree he sings in now,

That is to us unknown.

And yet as angels in some brighter dreams

Call to the soul, when man is asleep:

So thoughts of transcendence do stream

Softening the edge of darkness deep.