Now that the sun has set, and the moon has risen

What shall we ask for? The palm trees wave in the soft breeze

A bird is heard far away, singing a good night lullaby for its child

I ask, shall we not now pray and ask our Beloved to hold our hand

And guide us to the land, where roses ever bloom, where cloouds

Protect us from excessive heat, were children play at sandbox at noon

where is love is the mantra of bliss, every hour of night and day

where she is His and he is hers, holding each other in the embrace of sweet prem...

where each syllable is stroked with the touch of the lips

where each note is conceived with the open-end mirth

where the third note but leads to the fifth

and the cuckoo intones but that beautiful riff

inviting all nearby to embrace the beloved,

close the eyes, just feel the touch/

taste the passion of karma-untouched by lust!

thus, we trust, is that not the tanbra, recommended by sages?

Is that not the yantra leading us to the light?

Is that not the Mantra made famous by Kama-der-Cupid

And is that not the final word viz. the Court of ananda?

Yes...Sages sing of Madan-Mohan, he who conquers by love

Thus, our nayak open-armed

Invites the nayaki e'er charmed

In the Bower of love, where the dowes of peace

Guide the entire script of the ever-unheard romance of

Prem-kutir-rasa in the land of Sweet Braj...concur...concur