Citra Kavitva

He, the very essence of divine mellow, the enemy of demons, possessed of beautiful thighs, moved swiftly; he, who is the sword that cuts the bonds of material existence, desiring to sport passionately in that rasa dance.

That radiant thief of hearts, resplendent among all moving and unmoving beings, though his conduct is like a thief's, delighted them at once and for a long time, showering his beauty about.

Radha, of steady intelligence, worships and embraces 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.

In a forest resounding with bees maddened by heavy fragrance, pervaded by the glow of dawn, nourishing and adorning the pathway, delighting the beauty of the Yamuna's rippling waves, his playful passion at once intensified in that secluded place, cooled and gladdened by gentle breezes -- to that certain god of serpent-graceful arms, ever filled with rasa, I bow down in joy.

In the rasa dance, wearing at his chest a garland like fresh lotuses gathered by bees, adorned with a peacock-feather ornament and a necklace gleaming amid rich, pure splendor, for the sake of victory -- Gopala, steady of soul, his broad and beneficial laughter spreading along every path, 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.

From Him auspiciousness pours like rain, His fortune is joined with what is right, His lustre is like a dense sapphire, and by His own power He removes the burden of the earth. Swiftly He took up the way 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, skillful in every deed, dark as the finest raincloud, his neck graceful and splendid, his mind restless with the intoxication of love, clad in yellow garments, of pure and radiant character -- I choose and praise that excellent, mighty son of Vasudeva, together with Balarama.