Krishna, O Krishna, O Mighty Lord,
The God with Flute and Swift Sword,
In Vrindavan's fields, you dance with grace,
A protector of all, in every place.
With melodies sweet, you charm the skies,
Yet in battle fierce, your power lies,
You lead with wisdom, you fight with might,
Guiding the lost through darkest night.
From Gokul’s joy to Kurukshetra’s fray,
Your love and strength always find their way,
With Radha’s love and Arjuna’s trust,
You show the path both kind and just.
O Krishna, your name, divine and bold,
A story of love, forever told!
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