When, oh when, will I chant on the bank of the Ganges in the land of
Navadvipa? O
Radha, O
Krsna, when will I wander among the creepers and trees with tears in my eyes and forget my bodily comforts?
When will I be satisfied by taking some food from the untouchable men who live here and there and by drinking the water of the
Sarasvati? When will I roll to and fro on the banks of the river, raising an uproar of "
Krsna! Krsna!"
When will I bow down to the inhabitants of the holy place of
Navadvipa and obtain a bit of their mercy? When will I wear the dress of the
paramahamsas and wear the dust of the feet of the Vaisnavas on my body?
When will I see the inhabitants of
Navadvipa as nondifferent from the inhabitants of
Vrndavana, and when shall I become a
Vrajavasi, too? When will I see the true form of the transcendental realm opening before my eyes, and when will I attain the service of
Sri Radharani?