Playing with Shyam as one of their own
They climb on him and defeat him in fight
Oblivious of his position as the Supreme Lord
they boast about and show off their might
Roaming about in the beautiful forests of Vraja
They decorate his hair with the blooming fragrant flowers
And paint various intricate designs on him with minerals
While Shyam does the same for them for hours
Cracking jokes, Madhumangal makes everyone laugh out loud
Sometimes at his own expense and sometimes mocking Govind
While Subal whispers the whereabouts of the Gopis in his ear
Seeing his eagerness to meet them after smelling the fragrant wind
All glories to these cowherd boys of Vraja, the topmost abode
They consider him to be equal, who is worshipped as Supreme
their intense love and affection for him knows no bounds
they are situated on a position which the great mystics can only dream