Raghunatha Dasa Gosvaminah Prarthana

At dawn, when Jatila, her eyes rolling heavily with anger, stared again and again at the yellow cloth on Radha's breast and at her bimba-fruit lips, Lalita angrily deceived her with false but clever, well-reasoned words. Seeing this, Radha, frightened at heart, praised Lalita. May that Radha surely protect you all.

To the clever calls of the cuckoos for instruments and the humming of the bees for song, in the radiant, matchless arena within the bower, that fresh young couple of Vraja dances with great delight, as if on the very stage of Cupid, until their limbs grow tired -- may I fan that dancing pair!

May Vishakha, whose voice is even lovelier than the sweet-throated cuckoo, bestow upon me too her charming instruction in song, so that by that very skill I may delight this youthful divine couple together with their companions, and thereby repeatedly obtain from them here in the rasa dance necklaces with jeweled pendants as reward.

I meditate upon the son of the king of Vraja, whose bodily luster shames a mass of rising rain clouds, who wears garments the color of molten gold, whose lotus face is charming with a gentle smile, whose limbs are adorned with ornaments; who, embracing Radhika seated at his left, she intoxicated with the good fortune of their first sportive union, makes her smile through playful, teasing words.