Come, come, let us all go and see the festival in Vrindavan today. The cowherd boy has played His flute and the sound falls upon our ears; the mind cannot hold still, the heart has become restless. Set aside whatever work remains; do not let anything delay you. This is the very moment I know, the time for meeting Krishna. My eyes will be cooled just by gazing upon His blessed face. Let the household scold as they will; we shall endure the harsh words. Nothing that stands between us and meeting Krishna holds any appeal. Let the world talk, let shame be what it may; the heart has grown utterly indifferent to it all. One by one they set out, calling to others to join them. Says Tuka, the Lord's beauty has made them all absorbed in Him.