The nights are cool now
and the moon is white and full
like a starry wish fulfilling cow
my only constant yearning
is for Hari's luminous presence
The night loses it's luster
when Hari is not singing
softly in my ears
how restless I am
without my enchanting Ghiridara
O Nandalala O Nandalala
my heart belongs to the
blue skinned darling of Brindavin
Ron