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Verse 2

Verse 3

Verse 4

Verse 5

Verse 6

Verse 7

Verse 8

Verse 9

Verse 10

Verse 11

Verse 1

O friend, look! Look! Following your request, Radha and Kṛṣṇa are engaged in a long Holi-festival battle in a secluded place.

Verse 2

Struggling for supremacy in each other's arms, They are more splendid than a monsoon cloud and lightning.

Verse 3

Their turbans began to fall onto Their faces. One face appeared like a swarm of bumblebees and the other like a cluster of lotus flowers.

Verse 4

Playfully coiling again and again around them, the serpents of Kṛṣṇa's arms devour the screaming cakravāka birds of Rādhā's breasts.

Verse 5

Look! In this treeless place the king of young tamāla trees is embraced by a young golden vine.

Verse 6

Rādhā and the gopis have overpowered Kṛṣṇa. They forcibly carry Him to their place.

Verse 7

Kṛṣṇa, who is dressed in yellow garments, is now taken by them. Sprinkling Him with musk-water, the beautiful gopis arouse His strong amorous desire.

Verse 8

After a great struggle Rādhā takes away Kṛṣṇa's flute. She does not think it very wonderful, although for Him it is the great jewel of His heart.

Verse 9

Seeing that Kṛśna is taken captive, Balarāma and the other gopa-friends have decided to sue for peace. They now send a virtuous, pure-hearted messenger to the gopis.

Verse 10

On that Holi festival day Balarāma sent a gift to the gopis as ransom for Kṛṣṇa's release. The gopis accepted the gift and decided to give Kṛṣṇa to Balarāma.

Verse 11

As the peace-treaty was accepted by all parties, the demigoddesses in the celestial planets intently watched, and sang many charming prayers of glorification.