His Pleasure

I desire to become,

The servant of:

That melodious flute,

That dances on His lips,

Only for His pleasure;

Those flowers in a garland

That are hung unitedly around His neck,

Without any dispute,

Only for His pleasure;

That peacock feather

Is so much loved by Him,

That He decided to give it a permanent seat,

Upon His beautiful head;

Those bees and birds,

That sings beautiful melody

To sync in with His flute,

Only for His pleasure;

That soft line of grass,

That changes its texture and shape,

Only for His pleasure;

Those delicious fruits,

That fall down before His lotus feet,

Just to serve Him,

Just for His pleasure;

Those Gopas and Gopis

Those beloved devotees,

Along with Lord Balaram and Srimati Radharani,

Who serves Him eternally,

Who also comes even in this material world,

A place full of misery,

Only for His pleasure.