Where do you keep fluting, 
Shyam, Ghanashyam, 
Where do you, 
Do you, Shyam, Ghanashyam? 
Where are you, 
My Shyam, 
Ghanashyam, 
The Blue Boy of Vrindavan? 
Where Krishna fluting
As the Blue Boy
Decorating our dreams 
As do the clouds darken
And the hills look bluer in sunshine?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    