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Roaring the cloud break

And rain falls.

The earth becomes a sea.


In a far land, my darling

Can think of nothing

But his latest love.


I do not think

That he will now return.

The God of love rejects me.


A night of rain,

An empty house

And I a women alone.


The streams grow to great rivers.

The fields lie deep in the water.

Travellers cannot now reach home.

To all, the ways are barred.


May that god without a body

Strip me of my body too.


Says  Vidyapati:

When He remembers, Krishna will return.