The mischievous smile playing on his lips
The side long glances, cupid’s flower shafts
The flute song emanating from his sweet lips
Steal the hearts and minds of the Vraja Gopis
The turban decorated with varied forest flowers
Dark curly locks of hair falling down his shoulders
The peacock feathers adorning his exquisite hairdo
Steal the hearts and minds of the Vraja Gopis
His broad chest, putting to shame the King of the forests
His long arms, reaching down to his knees
His lotus feet, the abode of all auspiciousness
Steal the hearts and minds
of the Vraja Gopis