Kathamrita Volume II - Swami Vivekananda

Song –Song –O Keshab, wandering in the groves and glades,bestow Your grace on this distressed soul.O Madhava, charmer of the mind, holding amagic flute.(Say Haribol, Haribol, Haribol, O my mind)You are the youth of Vraja, the tamer of Kaliaand the dispeller of the fear of the distressed.With eyes askance, the peacock feather aslantin the crest, the charmer of Radha’s heart.The lifter of Mount Govardhan, bedecked withsylvan flowers, O Damodar, the destroyer of thepride of Kamsa.O Shyam, sporting and dancing with the gopis!(Say Haribol, Haribol, Haribol, O my mind)Come, O mother Uma, my life...Sri Ramakrishna — Oh, what a great song!What a nice violin! How well it was played!One of the young men played the flute. Thakurpoints to him and the other young man with hisfinger and says, “They make a nice pair.”The concert continued. Pleased with the music,Thakur says, “How nice! Beautiful indeed!”Pointing to one young man, he says, “He canplay all the instruments.”Then he says to M., “They are all goodpeople.”When the song is over, Thakur says to the