Gopalacampu 1.7.7

1.7.7

[3] tad evaṃ harṣeṇa varṣe gaṇite, kadācid varṣiyaḥ-prabhṛtiṣu strī-puṃseṣu tat-tat-kṛti-vyāpṛteṣu nijotsaṅgena bāla-gopālaḥ sva-mandirālinde jananyā lālyate sma, yathā--
mukhe mukhaṃ lagayati cumbati sma tad
vṛthā kathāḥ kathayati tena durgamāḥ |
hasaty atho hasati ca tatra bālake
vrajeśvarī sukha-śata-siktatām agāt || [rucirā]

[3] Thus, while the year was counted with joy, once, while the elders and other men and women were engaged in their respective duties, the infant Gopāla was being cuddled on her lap on the terrace of her house by his mother, as follows:

She touches face to face, she kisses him,
she speaks to him words meaningless and hard to fathom;
she laughs, and then as the child laughs there,
the queen of Vraja was drenched in hundreds of joys.