The Service.

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The swing made of soft branches and flowers,
Hung from those trees of desire,
Decorating every corner of it with more flowers,
I relished the taste of service unto You O Radhe!

Amazing plants those were,
The more flowers I plucked, the more they were born,
And thus I spread those flowers afar everywhere,
Making thus a soft and scented bed on the ground,
I relished the taste of service unto You O Radhe!

And now that You had taken bath,
I decorated You with wonderful clothing,
Then I started decorating every inch of You,
With beautiful flowers,
Now You even had flowery earrings.

Your beautiful thick braid waved back and forth,
I decorated it with small wondrous flowers,
To You, they seem to make an oath,
To make Your appearance as if,
There was a shower
Of dew drops above green leaves.

Thus holding Your softest hand in mine,
I led You to the place,
That I had decorated earlier,
And that now had been occupied by the Beauty Personified Himself,
Now leaving You before Him,
I relished the taste of service unto You O Radhe!

Thus holding Your softest hand in mine,I led You to the place,That I had decorated earlier,And that now had been occupied by the Beauty Personified Himself,Now leaving You before Him,I relished the taste of service unto You O Radhe!

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