Complexioned as a dark monsoon cloud
With yellow garments, as brilliant as lightening
Playing his divine enchanting flute aloud
Stands Gopinath, the beloved of the Gopis of Vraja
With dancing eyebrows and lotus petal eyes
Soft lips, the colour of bandhuka flowers
Seeing whom every maiden of vraja, in joy, sighs
Stands Gopinath, the beloved of the Gopis of vraja
Donning a forest flower Garland down to his knees
Armlets, braclets and anklets of surreal beauty
And above his lotus navel, a hairline of intoxicated bees
Stands Gopinath, the beloved of the Gopis of vraja
Curly hair gracefully falling down his shoulders
Brilliant turban adorned with a peacock feather
Atop Giri govardhan’s magnificent boulders
Stands Gopinath, the beloved of the Gopis of vraja
Smiling sweetly, with a mischievous look
Attracting the minds of all his devotees
With Srimati Radhika at the bank of a brook
Stands Gopinath, the beloved of the Gopis of vraja