The monsoon could like dark complexioned son of Maharaj Nanda
Wearing dazzling earrings and a pearl hanging from the tip of his nose
A gorgeous turban upon his head, giving everyone the greatest ananda
Standing under a Kadambe tree at the bank of Yamuna in his tribhang pose
His sweet smile, stealing the hearts of all the young damsels of Vraja
Curly locks of hair falling down his shoulders in a gorgeous cascade
the auspicious markings of his feet imprinted in the Vrindavan raja
Calling all the Gopis with his flute song to the splendid forest glade
With eyes restlessly moving hither and thither like the khanjana birds
he drinks the beauty of the Gopis with his eyes and performs transcendental raasa
with a heart full of boundless love, he exchanges with them joking words
They dance together in the most enchanting way and sing together a beautiful raaga
When shall this beautiful sight of the divine couple manifest in the core of my heart
Surrounded by their dear associates, the fair and dark complexioned Vraja Jugal
granting me the service of their lotus feet, I shall be trained by Rupa manjari in this art
thus achieve the greatest desirable destination, with their mercy and transcendental bhakti bal