My dreams are populated

By unique faces

that look the same.

You appear in all of them,

 a multiplied Krishna

 Playing the game of love.

To gods, love is a divine sport;

Ask any gopi. To each of them love

is more than a stratagem

To banish boredom in Brindaban.

To them, love is life's rhythmic dance,

pranced forever in a circle

That never breaks, never ends.

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