For some background about this 16th c. CE mystic and poet, see this earlier post.

Uninteresting are your golden temples,
     always bright with precious stones
          and rows of shimmering lamps.

What to say of your grandeur?
     A crowd of kings
          stand guard at your door.

You bathe in the Ganges
     and squander hoards of pearls.

You sing many Vedic verses
     and meditate in the morning.

Says Rasakhan, “All of this is useless
     if the heart is not offered, with love,
          to yellow-clad Krishna.”

Translation Shyamdas