Vidagdha Madhava verses by Rupa Goswami Posted in: Poetry

Purva raga Dear friend, the trembling of my heart can never find a cure. No herb or medicine or balm, my beating breast can calm. For this disease one remedy will bring relief for sure, but that alas will soon produce painful opprobrium. My friend I am severely struck and all my sense departs, when Krishna’s name enters my ears and lodges in my heart. And then there is another one whose flute enchants my…

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