Look, look at the son of Nanda, the king of Vraja
Blossoming with fresh youth, oozing with nectar
standing in an enchanting three fold bending form
defeating millions of cupids with his extraordinary beauty
Stealing the blackish blue lustre of a monsoon cloud,
with every limb as soft as freshly churned butter
his lotus feet and hands, navel and cheeks tinged with red
his crooked smile making the gopis loose all composure
His attractive thighs and hips covered with a yellow dhoti
a colourful kurta covering his broad chest, the resting place of laxmi
an artistic turban decorated with exquisite jewels sits upon his head
beautified with iridescent peacock feathers and colourful flowers
shooting shafts of cupid with his side long glances upon the delicate gopis
moving his eyebrows in various expressive ways, suggesting hidden desires
he captivates the hearts and minds of Srimati Radhika and her sakhis
and spreads forth waves of transcendental bliss through the divine land of Vraja