Last Garland for Krishna

(hummmmm) Fifty winters of weaving the thread

Petals of red

where the holy ones tread

My fingers are worn but my heart is still young

To the sweetest name that my spirit has sung

This final string, the sweetest design

Rose and jasmine, forever entwine

Radhe Radhe Shyam, the garland is ready (Radhe Radhe) My hands are

trembling, my devotion is steady

Accept this fragrance, my final sweet prayer

Your love is drifting in the cool evening air

Sunset is casting its gold on the street

I lay my life's work at Your beautiful feet

No sadness in leaving,

only pure grace

To look one last time on Your merciful face

Radhe Radhe Shyam, the garland is ready (Radhe Radhe) My hands are

trembling, my devotion is steady

Accept this fragrance, my final sweet prayer

Your love is drifting in the cool evening air

(Radhe Govinda, Radhe Gopal)

Radhe Radhe Shyam, the garland is ready (Radhe Radhe) My hands are

trembling, my devotion is steady

Accept this fragrance, my final sweet prayer

Your love is drifting in the cool evening air

(Radhe... Radhe...)