Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
Why have you ceased to show your face?
Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
Upon the banks of Yamuna's flow,
Upon the banks of Yamuna's flow,
Why the flute's sweet song, you now forgo?
Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
Why have you ceased to show your face?
Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
No fault of ours, we confess,
No fault of ours, we confess,
Yet why have you forsaken our closeness?
Yet why have you forsaken our closeness?
Tears have dimmed our eyes' soft gleam,
Tears have dimmed our eyes' soft gleam,
Come, oh come, why your return,
Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
Why have you ceased to show your face?
Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
Once more, return, we implore,
Once more, return, we implore,
And let hope's wave embrace the shore,
And let hope's wave embrace the shore,
These cows, oh Mohan, too, why now,
These cows, oh Mohan, too, why now,
Have you forsaken, and grazing, forgo?
Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
Why have you ceased to show your face?
Why, Beloved, have you turned from us?
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