The butter could never resist his tongue,
nor could any mischief refrain from him.
Melodies from the flute tingled his lungs,
and the gopis vied to flatter his whims.
He fought those kings who deserved no pity,
and often beguiled them with righteous tricks.
He found a way in an adversity
when the demons threatened with their gimmicks.
In the great war when the brave Arjun froze-
he revived his beliefs with a dose of Just.
Soon when the archer from his slumber rose-
the battle was gruesome, but was a must.
Amidst the warriors, the shrills, the wails-
Krishna, the truth, showed his might and prevailed.
