Translation
Lord Krishna's little dainty fingers,
nudge over the holes of his flute,
his scarlet red eyes camber,
coral red lips purse,
and little beads of sweat round ,
the arched eyebrows,
while raising the beguiling music.
The flock of birds abandon their nests,
encircle the Lord,
and slump over like the broken trees.
The cattle herd,
outspread their legs,
bow their heads with inert ears
to hear the Lord's divine music.
Orginally written by Perialvar (9th century poet/saint) in Tamil
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