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Verse 1

Whose limbs are purely fair like refined gold, whose eyes have the grace of a young doe, whose face's beauty has conquered ten million moons, and who is wrapped in a garment dark as a raincloud.

Verse 2

Her hair braided as the young cowherd women braid theirs, blooming with jasmine flowers; her bodily beauty enhanced by divine ornaments of jewels and the like.

Verse 3

The guide of the circle skilled in the arts of rasa, honored with the respect due a leader, surrounded by her eight most beloved companions of the same age.

Verse 4

Who, by the movement of her restless sidelong glances, throws Kesava into agitation; whose lovely bimba-red lips are the very life-nectar of the son of Vraja's king.

Verse 5

. . . O queen of Vrndavana, bowing down and rolling about on the Yamuna's shore, this person, with an agitated heart and a choked voice, appeals to You.

Verse 6

"Though I am an offender, though unqualified, though this person is of poor intelligence — kindly grant me even the smallest fraction of the gift of your service."

Verse 7

It is not fitting for you to disregard this person in his distress, for your heart is always like butter, ever melting at the radiant warmth of mercy.