Gopalacampu 1.35.77

1.35.77

svapne yad rādhike tvaṃ mama śayanam ihāpy āśritā rāja-puryāṃ
svapnas tan nasti nūnaṃ parimalitam abhūd yat-tvayā tasya vāsaḥ |
āstāṃ tat spaṣṭam adyāpy anu mad avayavaṃ padminī-ratna-gandhaṃ
Vindann andho'pi lokaḥ smita-śavala-mukhaḥ śīrṣam īṣad dhunīte ||

When you took refuge in my bed here in the royal city even in a dream, O Rādhikā, / that was surely no dream, for the garment of that bed was scented with your fragrance. / Let that be; even today, clearly perceiving upon my limbs the fragrance of that lotus-like jewel of a woman, / even a blind man slightly shakes his head with a smile-flecked face! ||