Krishna and Sudama’s Meal

Under the shade of the banyan tree,

Two young boys laughing,

wild and free. A handful of rice in a simple cloth,

More precious than gold,

shared by them both. (ahhh)

Time washed away the forest clay,

But the bond they made would never fade away.

Oh my friend, you have come to my door,

No matter how rich,

no matter how poor.

The sweet taste of love we shared in the wild,

Returns in the heart of a child. (ooh-hnn)

In golden halls

of Dwarka town,

The King steps off

his royal throne.

With tears of joy,

he bows his head,

Remembering the rice

and words they said.

(he-re, go-vinda)

(he-re, go-pal)

Oh my friend, you have come to my door,

No matter how rich,

no matter how poor.

The sweet taste of love we shared in the wild,

Returns in the heart of a child.

(he-re go-vinda, yeah)