Verse 1

Verse 2

Verse 3

Verse 4

Verse 5

Verse 6

Verse 7

Verse 1

The moon is faint before the watchful eyes of the elders; she covers her own moon-like face with a dark blue wrap.

Verse 2

It is as though, in that night of dense, impenetrable darkness, the very lamp of Kamadeva were showing her the way.

Verse 3

The broad-hipped one sets out to meet Hari; her gait very slow, her eagerness spreading wide within her.

Verse 4

Trembling with the ache of longing, she takes only two or four steps at a time; the beautiful woman lets fall the playful lotus she carried in hand.

Verse 5

She has cast off the malati-flower garland from her hair, and let fall her jeweled necklace as well.

Verse 6

Overwhelmed and bewildered by the weight of this new passion, her ornaments now seem to reproach the very beauty of her full breasts by comparison.

Verse 7

Only her dark blue garment remains of all her attire; she has met him in the forest bower — so says Govinda Dasa.