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34- Why?

Many times it pains me, Madhava,

How much you withstood within.

In every incarnation of yours,

It pains me, those tears you shed,

The amount of agony you suffered,

In the forests of Panchavati.

Calling and crying, crying and calling,

Your voice hoarse and ripped,

Your heart broken beyond repair,

It haunts me, those tears and that sorrow,

Chills the world even now.

It pains me, my dear Madhava,

How you tormented yourself by-

Exiling the Queen of Queens, your Janaki.

Those people yonder, don't see your anguish,

They blame and curse you.

Though only tears remain to be shed,

In mine eyes, every single time,

You tortured yourself, Madhava.

You tortured yourself.

In teaching the world a lesson.

Why? My dear, Why?

They don't deserve it, this world.

You cried. Over and over.

Every night. For a hundred years.

For Radha. For your eternal beloved.

For each of your Gopis.

For your mother Yashoda.

For Nand, your father.

For the leaves of creepers in Vrindavan.

For the calves and cows and Yamuna.

You. 

Cried.

Every.

Night.

Why? My dear, Madhava, why?

To teach the world? To save the world?

I laugh at those reasons, Madhava,

Because if you see the world right now,

It's beyond the worst, irreparable.

Your teachings are wasted on me and my people.

They don't care; calling you a fraud.

They never deserved it, dear.

Why torment yourself, then, oh Madhava?

Why?

Each tear of yours is precious to me.

It's the difference between life and death.

Why waste them?

Why don't you ever have a happily ever after?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Every tear of yours means an ocean of mine.

Every tear brings me agony and pain.

Do you really want to torment me?

I'll accept them all, if you promise me

To not spill even a single tear, my dear.