It's Raining Profusely in Mayapur

It's raining profusely in Mayapur
And with every drop comes images of Caitanya, 
with streams of tears turning to floods
A heart agonised over a love afar, harbouring the anticipation of union

It's raining profusely in Mayapur
And with every drop comes images of Saci Ma
Who's darling child left in a maddened state
Cross the Ganga to be forever separated by the vows of sannyas

It's raining profusely in Mayapur
And with every drop comes images of Visnu Priya
the young forsaken widow of a wayward sannyasi
The one soul of Navadwip never to see her hearts treasure again.

Its raining profusely here in my heart
As these images provoke a fool, before the great empire of Prema,
In considering how far and how lost he is......


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