Radharani cry's out a song from the depths of heart before her girl friends. Oh dear sisters is there anyone who can understand the suffering of the dried up lake of my heart. One day the Source of  happiness of our village of Vrndavana filled this chaste lake to overflowing with the playful splashing waters of His pastimes with me and all of you, my dear intimate friends. Together we reveled  in a happiness that even the creator, sustainer and destroyer of this universe yearn to attain but are unsuccessful. Then all of a sudden,like a thief in the night, He emptied this lake which we had dedicated to His honor, hoping that he would remain here perpetually sporting with us in its pure and blissfully waters. Yet where has the life giving water in this lake gone all of a sudden? Will the rising tide of our aspirations ever bring a down pour of rain filling this dried up container of sorrows? Such a  miracle I would consider the summit of my only happiness.