Don't Play Your Flute, Govinda Poem by Saroj Padhi

Why are you playing on your flute Govinda
Turning me on to shameless heights
Of exposure under this excited moon
Tickling these impatient Kadambas
To shed every bit, what to say about
Their orange sarees under a white glare,
Sticky with bees' ceaseless love-bites
As you give your stunning looks
And endless cunning stare?
I' m neither happy with you nor your beguiling song
For Jamuna is rotting in trickles of her black tears
And the streets of Mathura, Brindaban, without rain
Romance of peacocks, growing stale with cow dung.
How can I make love with you in this night of fears
Threatened by Dengue, violent torrents and tears?
Please stop playing that flute of yours that sends tremors
Thro' my timid heart soaked in love for you, but without its cheers!