How can we exist without Ananta’s friend Kṛṣṇa, who in the evening would return to Vraja in the company of the cowherd boys, His hair and garland powdered with the dust raised by the cows’ hooves? As He played His flute, He would captivate our minds with His smiling sidelong glances.
PURPORT
This verse has not purport by Hṛdayānanda, humble servant of His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Svāmī Prabhupāda.
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