The Master said, again: “The one goal of life is to cultivate love for God, the love that the milkmaids, the milkmen, and the cowherd boys of Vrindhavan felt for Krishna. When Krishna went away to Mathura, the cowherd roamed around weeping bitterly because of their separation from Him.”
Just now I saw a youthful cowherdWith a young calf in his arm;There he stood, by one hand holdingThe branch of a young tree.“Where are you, Brother Kanai?”, he cried;But “Kanai” scarcely could he utter;“Ka” was as much as he could say.He cried, “Where are You, Brother?”And his eyes where filled with tears.
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