The Broken Wing/The Flute-player of Brindaban

​The Flute-Player of Brindaban[1]

Why didst thou play thy matchless flute 'Neath the Kadamba tree,And wound my idly dreaming heart With poignant melody,So where thou goest I must go My flute-player with thee?
Still must I like a homeless bird Wander, forsaking allThe earthly loves and worldly lures That held my life in thrall,And follow, follow, answering Thy magical flute-call.
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To Indra's golden-flowering groves  Where streams immortal flow,Or to sad Yama's silent Courts Engulfed in lampless woe,Where'er thy subtle flute I hear Belovèd I must go!
No peril of the deep or height Shall daunt my wingèd foot;No fear of time-unconquered space, Or light untravelled route,Impede my heart that pants to drain The nectar of thy flute!
  1. ↑ Krishna, the Divine Flute-player of Brindaban, who plays the tune of the Infinite that lures every Hindu heart away from mortal cares and attachments.
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