would it wash away this pride,
could it open this heart of mine,
if I cried like Radha cried?
If I cried like Radha cried,
my love might never die.
Where could this ego hide,
if I cried like Radha cried?
If I cried and cried and cried,
deep inside this heart I'd feel,
sweet Krishna's truth revealed.
At last my heart would reel,
at what was once concealed.
With Lord Krishna's love in me,
my soul would at last be free?
If I felt what Radha felt,
when sweet Krishna left her side,
there would be nothing left inside.
There would be nothing left to hide.
If I cried like Radha cried,
and cried and cried and cried.
I know deep down inside,
that finally I'd espy,
the bliss,
and cried and cried and cried.
I know deep down inside,
that finally I'd espy,
the bliss,
that made my Radha cry.
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