Gopalacampu 1.1.69

1.1.69

[32] kiṃ ca, toyam apy amṛtāyate, kim utāmṛtam? kiṃ ca, kathāpi yathā gānaṃ tathā karṇayoḥ pānakāyate, kim uta svayam eva gānam? kiṃ ca, gamanam api nṛtya-cāturī-dhurīṇatām urīkaroti, nṛtyaṃ punar atīvādṛtyam | kiṃ ca, vaṃśī yathā kaṃsārāter āśu sukha-vilāsaṃ śaṃsantī, sahāyatayā ca lasantī ca priya-sakhīyate, na tadvad anyo dhanyo' pi janaḥ sambhavati |

[32] Furthermore, even water acts like nectar—what then of nectar itself? Moreover, even conversation acts like a drink of nectar to the ears just as singing does—what then of actual song? Furthermore, even walking takes upon itself the preeminence of clever dancing, whereas dance itself is revered exceedingly. Furthermore, just as the flute of Kaṃsāri, swiftly proclaiming his sportive pleasure and shining forth as his helper, acts like a beloved girlfriend, so no other person, however blessed, can ever match it.