And stares at me and drags on.
Without you, as I look at the sun
It seems to scorn my being alone.
... Without you Radha, flowers weep
And dishevel their petal-tresses.
Without you the love-filled birds
Sing happy songs no more.
Without you, Radha, life dies
A sad pain-wrecked death.
Without you, I ceased to death
For all that is, is ONLY YOU.