THE GOPIS OVERWHELMED BY KRSNA’S FLUTE-SONG



The moon rose, anointing the face of the eastern horizon with the reddish hue of his comforting rays and thus dispelling the pain of all who watched him rise. The moon was like a beloved husband who returns home after a long absence and adorns the face of his beloved wife with red kurkuma.

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