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Verse 1

O Radhe, worship the joyful play of Vrindavana, filled with waves of delight offered by spring, the king of seasons.

Verse 2

Taught their graceful dance by the great sandalwood-scented breeze from the Malaya hills, the rows of flowering vines sway, radiant with blossoming laughter.

Verse 3

Here the flocks of cuckoos sound like the beating of mrdanga drums, while one beholds the trees, their limbs sprouting new shoots.

Verse 4

The wondrous swarms of bees hum a song, as if it were my flute playing this eternal pastime.