Lālasāmayī

I do nothing.

O Krsna,
You do so much!
But I do nothing.
You expand just to reciprocate,
But I do nothing.
You come in this dirt
In every millennia,
But I do nothing.
You've many times proven
How much You love Your devotees,
And I still do nothing.
Its such a shame
That I just behave like an evil step mother,
And yet you continue to love me.
O how much I desire,
To come to You
To be embraced by You
To touch Your softer than the softest hair
To see Your beauteous handsome form,
That attracts unlimited cupids;
To be servant of Your devotee's and Your divine lotus feet
To be surrounded by Your music
To dance in front of You
To be the vessel of Your frequent tease
To be so much in love with You,
That I would like to forget my own existence,
Just by looking at You.
But to come to You,
I do nothing.
Such a shame!