I am Krishna you are Radha

Can you explain

Why does the Palash flower hold its color?

Why did the red silk cotton flower get drunk?

Falling here and there.

With stormy rain on his head,

found in the isolated wilderness,

You call it crazy?

The sun shines on the head,

Waiting for you.

When Krishna plays the flute,

When Radha is drowsy.

Madhav Madhav Radha then,

madly in love.

I will play, you will play

You are Radha, Krishna I---!

When the heart takes color,

On this spring day.

Heart then seeks Abir,

In the life of Radha Krishna.

Krishna will break the flute now,

Radha will disappear.

Abir's heart melts,

I will paint you.

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