The Sight Of Her Holy Glamour

Towards the beautiful land,

Of fragrant flowers,

And viridescent trees,

In the bewitching village,

One was waiting,

With a mellow flute;

Under a big, leafy tree.

The mellifluous sound,

Of His flute;

Charmed Her ears,

Attracted Her,

Pulled Her to that leafy tree.

He opened His eyes, 

Saw the holy beautiful maiden,

Remembering His last birth ,

Tears came out,

And touched His cheeks,

He called Her,

Sat together and conversed.

Every day She ran

Through the sound of His flute,

And both spoke,

About sweet talks.

They are venerated 

With full admiration,

And devotion in the Paradise,

And in the Land.