I send letters to my Beloved, 
The dear Krishna. 
But He sends no message of reply, 
Purposely preserving silence. 
I sweep his path in readiness 
And gaze and gaze 
Till my eyes turn blood-shot. 
I have no peace by night or day, 
My heart is fit to break. 
O my Master, You were my companion 
In former births. 
When will you come?