Citra Kavitva

He, a shower of rasa, the enemy of the demons, his thighs strong and beautiful, the sword that cuts away material existence, holding a lotus and desiring to enjoy, went forth into the rasa dance.

Splendid with sandal paste, the great thief, most charming among all moving and non-moving beings, acting as a thief, lovely in his lustre, quickly stole the gopis' garments.

On the hill, Radha, of steady intelligence, worshipped him who bears the mountains, who is fixed firm as the burden-bearer of the mountains, the checker of grief, the foremost bearer of every burden.

Did not Lord Brahma, tears streaming down his face, recite many prayers, trying to pacify Lord Krsna, the killer of Sakatasura?

In a forest whose paths are adorned, filled with bees maddened by heavy fragrance, very secluded and pleasant with cool breezes, is a certain Lord, flooded with the splendour of his necklaces, nourishing his devotees, delighting the beauty of the Yamuna's waves, his playful pastimes at once heightened. To that Lord, whose arms are like serpents and who is ever full of rasa, I bow for joy.

In the rasa dance, wearing at his chest a garland like fresh lotuses gathered by bees, adorned with a peacock-feather ornament, a gleaming necklace and pure, richly coloured designs, for the sake of victory -- Gopala, steady of soul, his broad smile and sweet, kindly words delighting the rows of his servants, ever fresh, his strength gathering about him moment by moment, beheld the arena and shone forth.

O cowherd boy, sweet of speech, seen by the saintly, generous in every art, protector, wondrous with your mouthfuls of food and other playthings, followed by Lord Siva and praised by Lord Brahma, please appear before me.

That form of Krsna, splendid from holding up the broad and firm Govardhana Hill, slayer of enemies whose pride has not left them, shines with a charming garland and is won by the rasa of Radha's loving worship.

In the wrestling arena that deity of the gopis' rasa dance, marked with the sign of Laksmi, full of strength, swelling with joy and bearing drops of perspiration, was satisfied.

A shower of auspiciousness, endowed with excellent beauty, his lustre deep as a dense sapphire, he swiftly and gloriously entered the flowing streams of rasa.

He brings about the rasa dance, amorous gesture is His strength, He longs for that dance, He delights in His own strength, His smile overcomes Cupid, and in His youthful exuberance He bears no restraint. Thus He sported.

With hands resoundingly clapping, eager and guileless, his face radiant, his brow lovely, the destroyer of sin, that cowherd boy, whose sweet tones captivate the senses, dark as the finest raincloud, his neck graceful and splendid, restless with the intoxication of love, clad in yellow garments, of pure and radiant character -- with all your heart choose that excellent, mighty son of Vasudeva, together with Balarama.