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Verse 1

On a night sweet as honey, radiant with moonlight and fragrant with white flowers, adorned with camphor, going forth with your hand placed in your messenger's, to meet him who comes with his friend Subala - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 2

Entering the bower of love, intending to slip home by a roundabout path, but suddenly stopped along the way by him, with childlike playful protest, your eyes betraying a hidden smile - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 3

Shining like a flickering streak of lightning upon the raised, cloud-dark chest of Madhava, resting as though on a bed of jasmine, or gleaming like a lovely golden jasmine garland - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 4

On the bed of love's play, exchanging abundant, unstructured loving words with him, both bodies merging as if into one through the first embrace - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 5

Wearied from the joyous battle of love, sleeping upon the broad, deeply pleasing chest of your dark beloved; your life truly enriched, delighting Vishakha with this mellow of love - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 6

Ah, at the end of love's union, swollen with the pride of mature good fortune, intoxicated with great pride in the intimate friendship you hold dear, softly rebuking Mukunda upon the bed he arranged - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 7

In the courtyard of Cupid's beloved grove, mocking the young prince of Vraja's youths with a display of feigned petulance, disregarding him before the assembly amid your praising friends - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 8

And sometimes, over some slight fault of Krishna's, taking sudden offense and falling silent, while he, displaying clever flattering words, begs for your favor - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 9

O you who embody the good fortune of your father Vrsabhanu, the bee roaming the forest of love with the enemy of Baka; O goddess, the moonlight for the night-lotuses of your own companions, O ocean of mercy - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 10

O boundless ocean of virtues, friend of Bhadrasena and your other companions, crown-jewel among beloveds of incomparable virtue; O merciful, tender one, look upon this one drowning in an ocean of misery - O Radhe, for even a moment, gladden my eyes with your sight!

Verse 11

He who, like the finest of stage-directors, raises up delight, making the rasa-knowing dancer perform upon the stage of this rasa-filled decad named "Prema-purabhidha," at once obtains the gracious favor of that divine couple's jewel-like feet.