Gopalacampu 1.24.12

1.24.12

yuvatī-jāte gītaja-śātenāvṛta-viśva-prabhave | yas tvaṃ rājasi tat-sukha-bhāg asi nama etasmai prabhave ||h|| yā saha bhavatā vismayam avatā svara-jātīr atiśuddham | gāyati seyaṃ nikhilair geyaṃ kalayati nija-guṇa-ruddham ||i|| tata utkarṣaṃ valayita-harṣaṃ valayati yeyaṃ gāne | sā śrī-rādhā valitārādhā bhavatā kalitā māne ||j|| yeyaṃ rāse śramaja-vilāse vigalan-mallī-valayā | sā bhavad-aṃse lasad-avataṃse dharati karaṃ vara-kalayā ||k|| yā cāṃsaṃ pari bhuja-parighaṃ paricumbati tava sa-vinodam | hṛṣyati seyaṃ tan na gaṇeyaṃ yad roma ca sāmodam ||l||

"O Lord whose might pervaded the universe through the joy born of the song among the young women! You who shine, sharing their happiness—homage to this Lord! [h]
She who, along with You who protect wonder, sings the pure scales of notes—she, held captive by her own virtues, renders what is to be sung by all. [i]
Surpassing that, she who turns her joy into a circle in song—she is glorious Rādhā, with devotion awakened, held in high regard by You. [j]
She who, in the rāsa, in the sport born of fatigue, has her jasmine bracelet slipping—she, having glittering ornaments, places her hand on Your shoulder with excellent artistry. [k]
And she who delightfully kisses the iron-bar of Your arm over Your shoulder—she rejoices, and that her body's hair should bristle with joy cannot be calculated. [l]