(from the second chapter of Krishna book, words and music by Devananda Pandit das)
When Krishna carried out His desire,
Devaki glowed like raging fire.
He entered in her sacred womb,
Though she was shackled in a prison room.
Now Kamsa knew his end was near,
But spared his sister cos of fear.
” a cruel man ‘s as good as dead”
This he thought and this he said:
” don’t want no course don’t want no blame,
I’ll spare her life to save my name,
But when this child of hers is born,
I’ll take His life on early morn’.
Filled with envy filled with hate,
He thought of Krishna as he ate,
His mind was on Him as he slept,
Carried Him around with every step.
Alas his heart was burden down,
No trace of love could thus be found,
Unlike the lovers’ hearts that pray
To serve Lord Krishna every day.
copyright 2001 Denis Moreau