Gita Govinda 1.4.10.p1

1.4.10.p1

|| prabandhaḥ 9 ||

Strike soft strings to this soft measure,
If thine ear would catch its treasure;
Slowly dance to this deep song,
Let its meaning float along
With grave paces, since it tells
Of a love that sweetly dwells
In a tender distant glory,
Past all faults of mortal story.