Sa Tvara Prasara Vat Tv Asattva Dhama Hayinī

When the gopis heard the sound of Kṛṣṇa's flute, they quickly left their lifeless homes. When their elders blocked the door, they left anyway.

Thinking Kṛṣṇa her only husband, each gopi offered Him opulence and happiness as if she were not one, but a host of wives. Each gopi pleased Him as if she were a limitless
multitude of devotee-servants that eclipsed the ocean.

In that ocean of gopis, the seaweed was curling locks of hair, the whirlpools were graceful earrings, and the white foam was flower ornaments.

As they ran on the path to meet Kṛṣṇa, their limbs were currents of water and their eyes were swimming young fishes.

The lotus flowers there were the gopis' hands and the lotus stems were their graceful arms. The beautiful young turtles were their breasts.

With quickly moving hips they ran to the Yamunā's shore. They wished to enter the great forest.

Their tinkling bracelets, bells and other ornaments sounded like the warbling of the swans.

Their frantic running was dancing. Their limbs were stunned with ecstatic love.

In haste they put their garments and ornaments in the wrong places.

They broke all ties to their relatives at home. In the ecstacy of love for Kṛṣṇa they forgot the names and forms of their relatives.

There was their eternal husband, Kṛṣṇa, who was like a splendid dark ocean with cresting waves.

The gopis were many rivers entering the ocean of Kṛṣṇa.