Stolen.

In whichever direction I look, I find the landscape full of Shyam (dark blue/black). The bowers and groves are dark, the water of the Jamuna is dark, the sky and clouds are dark. The neck of Shiva is also dark, the letters of the Vedas appear dark; what to speak of men and gods; the formless Brahman itself has assumed a dark form.

My ears went ahead of all and lost themselves in the stories of His glory, my eyes lost themselves in His nectarean beauty. My mind lost itself in His smile, in His sidelong glance, in His divine sweetness.This love of Shyam is something I cannot be express in words. While gazing on Sri Hari, my heart was stolen. 

Enchanted by that supreme enchanter, my mind has identified itself with Himself and no distinction, says Harichand, is now visible between the two. Sri Krsna has entered into my very life breath, and the breath is surcharged with Krsna. 

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