fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya

4. HI, KRISHNA!Hi, Krishna!What’re you doing hereUnder this tree on my street?And where is Radha, your beloved beauty?And all those GopisWhom you had left naked in the poolAs you stole their ghaghras and cholis?Ah, today I am not in a mood for all thatToday I am here in your streetBeneath this tree with my flute...Today I want to tell you something...Oh, really? How good of you to think of me!Today I come to tell you who you areYou are me—none else—me and me alone.For days I had been watching youGoing on morning strolls, deep in thought.I knew you were thinking of meAnd of the music of my flute.So I came to tell you I am only youAnd you are always in me.Come, come, Krishna,You are only taking me round and roundIn circles, baffling me with your enigmatic words.Now, tell me seriously about your true self;Are you only what you look,As you stand here under this tree on my street,Wearing that peacock-feather’d hair-bandAnd playing that divine tune on your flute?Indeed, this is how you see me.This is how I appear in the mirror of your heart.But let me make known to you my divine manifestation.I am the Atman that dwells in the heart of every mortal creature.82 :: April-June 2013fgndi •