Seven days and seven nights, the herdsmen stood beneath, The shade of faith protecting every living wreath. "Where is your God of Rain?" the Dark Lord teased the sky, "My little finger holds the truth," He whispered, passing by.
"He who lifted the mountain on a finger’s tip, He who danced on the serpent Kaliya’s head, He whose flute calls every yearning soul— May that Krishna dwell within your heart." krishneeyam in english pdf