Vraja Navina Yuva Dvandvastastakam

Whose enchanting garments are the very abode of flawless artistry, whose garments' hue thoroughly outshines both the peacock's throat and purest gold, whose bodily splendor gleams like a radiant cloud and a shining golden ketaki flower — I worship that youthful divine pair of Vraja!

By the abundant splendor of Their faces — which distresses the moon's own rich sweetness, mocks the pride of the fresh lotus's loveliness, and, like streaks of brilliant pigment, seem to anoint the very horizons — I worship that youthful divine pair of Vraja!

Marked with smudges of vermilion loosened in a playful lovers' quarrel — marks like a whole array of Cupid's mighty goads — delighting like a pair of passionate elephants in the joyous festival of Their flowering bower — I worship that youthful divine pair of Vraja!

The lake of Their minds, brimming from the ceaseless cascade of dense love, overflows continuously in a flood of tears, while bristling hairs of ecstasy shine upon Their bodies with the beauty of a freshly blossoming kadamba flower — I worship that youthful divine pair of Vraja, ever rapt in this ceaseless flow!

Displaying some indescribable mastery in the playful battle of Cupid, pinned fast by the unwavering brilliance of Their mutually darting glances, achieving through sweet jests feats unequaled in all the world, each ever seeking victory over the other — I worship that youthful divine pair of Vraja!

Amid companions of unprecedented and wondrous cleverness, sporting together with Their loving friends in the forest, captivating, like deer, the mind of one another through a host of carcari songs delightful to the ear — I worship that youthful divine pair of Vraja!

Beside a beloved lake fragrant with rows of ever-fresh lotuses brimming with honey, sporting in the water during the heat of day with exuberant splashes, Their arms skilled in the art of drumming rhythms upon the water — I worship that youthful divine pair of Vraja!

Amid companions, veritable heaps of cleverness, boastfully claiming false victory and loudly declaring they have seized the wager, amid the throngs of Their own dear friends who take sides as witnesses to that dice-game between the two experts — I worship that youthful divine pair of Vraja!

Those who, with joyful hearts, fully recite this astaka of verses revealing the qualities of the youthful divine pair of Vraja — having attained the ever-fresh, repeatedly arising sweetness of Their mutual love — come to dwell near the pair of Their lotus feet.