Nava Yuva Dvandva Didrksastaka

Whose splendid, spotless bodily fragrance defeats even fresh musk, radiant like a lotus brimming with pure 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.

Whose incomparable fresh fair radiance and toe-nail tips are washed by celebrated waves of sweetness surpassing ten million fresh Cupids, delighted by ever-new, cherished waves of splendor and passion — 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 exemplify the very 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.

Tired out in a sweet bower on the bank of a lovely lake, whom the loving sakhis, through abundant water-play, cause to drink refreshment together, bringing them delightful gifts — 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.