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Fair as fresh gorocana pigment, clad in the finest of garments; her braided hair, adorned with a cluster of gems, gleams like the coiled hood of a serpent.

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Her round face defeats every object proposed for comparison; her forehead, shaming even the new moon, bears the beauty of a rising musk tilaka.

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Her eyebrows conquer even Cupid's own bow; her row of dark, restless curls frames eyes as lovely as a cakori bird, made brilliant with collyrium.

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The tip of her nose, radiant as a sesame flower, is graced with a fine pearl; her lips outshine the bandhuka flower, and her teeth are lovely as a row of jasmine buds.

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Her ears are adorned with jewelled, golden lotus-pod earrings; a dot of musk marks her chin, and a jewelled necklace shines at her throat.

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Her lotus-stem arms are radiant, embraced by divine armlets; bracelets set with rainbow-hued gems hang gracefully at her wrists.

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Her lotus hands, with lovely fingers, gleam with jewelled rings; her bud-like breasts are adorned with a captivating, magnificent necklace.

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A line of fine down, like a small serpent, bears a jewel-bright, trembling ornament at its head; her slender, graceful waist is bound by three delicate folds.

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A jewelled girdle-belt holds back her broad, swelling hips; her two thighs, shaped like golden plantain trunks, humble even the pride of that tree.

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The radiance of her knees defeats even a small ocean of yellow gems; her feet, worshipped as if by autumn lotuses, ring sweetly with anklets.

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The brilliance of her toenails conquers the beauty of millions of full moons; her whole form is thrown into disarray by the eight sattvika transformations of love.

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Whose sidelong glance shows mercy upon Mukunda's own limbs, and who is rippling with the waves of Cupid -- to you, O queen of Vrindavana, whose beauty has just begun to bloom in bliss, I offer my obeisances.

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O you whose inner being is overwhelmed by the rising sweetness of maha-bhava, whose wondrous conduct manifests every possible state of a heroine,

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whose lotus feet are drenched with the outpouring of all sweetness, whose radiant toenails possess a beauty even the goddess of fortune herself seeks,

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who are the crown-jewel ornament in the parted hair of all the moon-faced women of Gokula, whose budding smile is the very life of the assembly of sakhis headed by Lalita,

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O queen a drop of the sweetness of whose restless sidelong glance maddens Lord Madhava, O moonlight of bliss for the white lotuses of Your father's fame.

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whose lake-like heart is filled to the brim with a flood of boundless mercy -- O goddess, be pleased with this person of mine, who longs only for your own personal service.

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Will I ever see you, entreated by that clever, flattering son of the king of the cowherds, mercifully granting him the favour of your own restless limbs?

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When shall I fan you, sweating, as the skillful Madhava properly adorns you with madhavi flowers?

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O beautiful goddess, when will you assign this humble servant the task of arranging anew your hair, loosened from your sport with the enemy of Baka?

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O bimba-lipped one, when, as I offer betel to your lotus mouth, will the son of the king of Vraja snatch it away and enjoy it himself?

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O crown-jewel among the beloveds of the prince of Vraja, be pleased with me, so that my path may never grow distant from your circle of attendants.

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Again and again I beg for your supreme mercy, O empress of Vrindavana, that this person might become an object of the flattering entreaties even of the enemy of Kesi, Krishna, himself.

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Whoever recites this hymn to the queen of Vrindavana, named Catu-puspanjali, a flattering handful of flowers, becomes an object of her mercy.