Dvitiya Kunja Vihary Astaka

His radiant splendour made ever more charming by his ceaseless, friendly smile, seemingly swallowed up by the rippling waves of Radha's sidelong glances, his moon-like face full of joy, wearing a crown of peacock feathers, his beauty sweet as a raincloud -- thus shines the sporter of the bowers.

While the circle of adorned young women produces the sounds of stringed, wind, solid and drum instruments, he performs incomparable dance steps on the bank of the daughter of the sun, the Yamuna, sporting like the king of dancers -- thus shines the sporter of the bowers.

As the peacock sounds the note sadja and the cuckoo the note pancama, he himself, bearing the fragrance of musk, on his fresh flute loudly and beautifully plays the foremost scale, called gandhara -- thus, the stealer of the peace of the three worlds, shines the sporter of the bowers.

His incomparable fingers holding Radha's fingers, wandering lightly, ever so lightly, among the flowers of the garden, eagerly sung after in loud and varied voices by the fresh young women of Vraja -- thus shines the sporter of the bowers.

While the peacocks, enemies of serpents, dance, and the bamboo reeds begin their music, on the slope of Vraja's mountain resounding with the singing of bees, his service arranged amid a wondrous threefold concert of music, dance, and song, his very senses stilled in absorption -- thus shines the sporter of the bowers.

His hidden pastimes echoed openly in every direction by circles of parrots and mynah birds who repeat them, creating an astonishing spectacle; whispering, with a smiling face, that most secret happening into his beloved's ear -- thus shines the sporter of the bowers.

"Seeing the cluster of your curling locks, the peacock stands transfixed; the black deer bows before the splendour of your lotus eyes; the bee fully praises the edges of your curls. Look!" -- thus sweetly praising Radha, shines the sporter of the bowers.

Served on every side by a circle of young girls restless with the passion of Cupid, with their skill in many fine arts, his broad, celebrated arm resting upon the shoulder of his beloved, whose hair arrangement has come loose -- thus shines the sporter of the bowers.

Whoever, with a satisfied mind, studies this eightfold hymn -- a subject for remembrance of Kunja-vihari and his incomparable pastimes -- him the king enthroned in the bower dwelling, worshipped by Sri Radha herself surrounded by her own qualities, leads to his own lotus feet.