Verse 1

Verse 2

Verse 3

Verse 4

Verse 5

Verse 6

Verse 7

Verse 8

Verse 9

Verse 1

Radha, O Krishna. Radha! O Keshava, this is Radha in her separation from you:

Verse 2

Even the fine necklace resting upon her breast, that girl, her body grown thin, regards as a burden.

Verse 3

Even the moist, soft sandalwood paste upon her body, she looks upon fearfully as if it were poison.

Verse 4

Her breath, though naturally cool and matchless, she now feels burning constantly like the very fire of Cupid.

Verse 5

In every direction she scatters showers of tear-drops, her lotus-eyes like lotuses whose stems have been broken.

Verse 6

She does not let go of her cheek from the palm of her hand, restless like the young crescent moon at evening.

Verse 7

Even a bed of tender leaves that comes within sight of her eyes, she perceives as though transformed into blazing fire.

Verse 8

"Hari, Hari," she murmurs constantly into her own ear, as though bringing about, at will, the very death caused by separation.

Verse 9

May this song, composed by Sri Jayadeva, having brought the listener to the feet of Keshava, grant happiness.