You are called the thief
Oh Deceiver of hearts
Lovely face of Thine I behold
Oh Krishna, like a child
You steal the butter
The result of a days toil
For Your enjoyment and mirth
Divine Lover You are
Stealing and laughing
From far away with Love
As we search for the butter of toil
We fail to see Thee in action
In every effort of ours
And hold the result to our hearts
To forget Thy grace in our results
Your loving grace we see
When You lovingly steal away
What we thought was ours
Only to prove that All are Yours
Thy praise I cant sing
For You stole my tongue
My words my thoughts
Even my Will is Yours
Yet Your action seem to me
That You have stolen what belongs to me
Knowing full well that
All belong to You
May Your Love ever last
May Your grace ever shower
Oh Lover Keshava Madhava
Govinda I proclaim
For whenever I say Your name
More and more of what I believed was mine
Seem to be Yours and in place of my greed
I see now Your Love and I enjoy Thy grace
I pray Oh Lord that in these actions
I carry out dedicating to Your Love
May Dharma Your Love prevail
May actions be carried to completion with Your Love
I seek Thee for I love Thee
More and more You reveal Thy actions
In my life, the more I begin to give
And to give I can only drop my greed
For Love is Yours, the world Yours
These thoughts Yours, these results Yours
These failures of mine appear to me for
I cling to my greed for these results
I pray Thee to show me Thy grace
For I do these actions dedicated to Thee
Else what should I do, that You Will me?
Pray show me the path to follow
Oh Madhusudhana! Do I cry for what You stole
Or for You who stole me and left confused
May You blossom in my heart
May You manifest in my actions
May You merge me in Thee
Om Tat Sat
