O Muraliwalle, Krishna, My Krishna! O Muraliwalle, How Is Your Muralia! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O Murliwalle, Krishna,
My Krishna,
How is Your Muralia,
Muraliya, Krshna,
My Krishna,
Here Your Muralia
Fluting,
Fluting
Under which tree,
Which tree shade
By the banks of the Yamuna,
The Yamuna river,
Krishna,
My Krishna,
Where You Blue Boy,
The Blue Boy of Vrinadavan?

A crown on the head,
He is in the finest jewellery
And the clothes
And the appearance seeming
To be very artistic and lovely
And the images flimsily changing
From saffron-clothed one
To the one loking blue
And black as well
Just like terracotta works,
Krishna, Krishna,
My Krishna.