Nava Yuva Dvandva Didrksastaka

Whose divine bodily fragrance defeats the scent of fresh musk and of shining lotuses brimming with spotless honey, their minds reeling within, maddened by feelings that arise between them here — I long to see that jewel-pair of eternally youthful ones in the land of Vraja.

With divine splendor rivaling — and defeating — a garland of fresh raincloud set against blossoming ketaki flowers on a golden mountain slope, gazing at each other as if in playful, joyous sport — I long to see that jewel-pair of eternally youthful ones in the land of Vraja.

The tips of whose beautiful toenails are washed by the famed waves of sweetness of millions of incomparable fresh Gauris and fresh Cupids, and who are delighted by each other's ever-new, cherished splendour and love — I long to see that jewel-pair of eternally youthful ones in the land of Vraja.

Whose moon-faces, slightly bowed in mutual shyness, are graced by the dance at the corner of their lotus-eyes reeling with the mellow of love, their desire to hear each other's sweet words only growing — I long to see that jewel-pair of eternally youthful ones in the land of Vraja.

Whose limbs display, through playful emotion, the outpourings of love's sportive contest, while young sakhis watch, still, from the corner of their eyes; their faces blooming, shy, with sweet, smiling glances — I long to see that jewel-pair of eternally youthful ones in the land of Vraja.

Who are the teachers of the conduct of love's contest, whose service is prayed for even by young brides whose store of merit is not yet complete, relishers of amorous rasa, one soul shared between them, each the ornament of the other — I long to see that jewel-pair of eternally youthful ones in the land of Vraja.

Who, tired from abundant water-play, in a sweet bower on the bank of the lovely lake, make each other drink the honey-drinks joyfully brought by groups of affectionate sakhis — I long to see that jewel-pair of eternally youthful ones in the land of Vraja.

Bound to each other here by the rope of love, knotted with floods of Cupid's own mellow, through the mature power of mutual attraction, famed throughout the entire universe by the name Radha-Madhava — I long to see that jewel-pair of eternally youthful ones in the land of Vraja.

Whoever recites, with great effort and abundant humility, this octet of longing, sweet with love, for the vision of the ever-fresh youthful pair, he truly and readily makes that incomparable divine couple, a mass of supreme splendor, an object served directly by his own eyes.