Those eyes are successful who behold his brilliantly beautiful form The reservoir of all sweetness and all beauty, the transcendental cupid O Look! A splendid turban sits upon Shyam's head Splendid peacock feathers decorate his hair A Vaijayanti garland hangs down to his knees Surrounded by numerous buzzing bees His bimba read lips make the Gopis swoon the nectar of those lips are the only boon that shall revive them from their condition inflicted upon them by the arrows of his glances When will the day come when I shall behold him standing, under a fragrant Kadamba tree, in three places bending I shall surrender unto him my very heart and soul and become his forever, my life's only goal Let the bee of my mind find refuge in the lotuses of his feet for that is the only place where my good fortune i shall meet
