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❄ “When the Snow Melts in the Himalayas” ❄

When the snow melts on the Himalayas high,
The Yamuna river begins to rise.
Come, Radha, see the white foam play,
The breeze blows cold in a tender sway.
Can the chill ignite your fire, O Krishna?

Rippling laughter stirs the waves,
In the blue lake where hearts behave.
Golden swans drink from its gleam—
Are they as pure as you, Radha, my dream?

If you’ll allow, I’ll bear the blame,
Close my eyes and call your name, Krishna.

When the snow melts on the Himalayas high,
The Yamuna river begins to rise.
Come, Radha, see the white foam play,
The breeze blows cold in a tender sway.
Can the chill ignite your fire, O Krishna?

Petals fall and scatter wide,
Upon the soft and fragrant side—
Moonlight drops on crystal streams,
Your eyes outshine it, Radha, my dream.

Even if the jewels fade away,
I’ll close my eyes and quietly stay, Krishna.

When the snow melts on the Himalayas high,
The Yamuna river begins to rise.
Come, Radha, see the white foam play,
The breeze blows cold in a tender sway.
Can the chill ignite your fire, O Krishna?