Gita Govinda 1.5.20

Come! and come thou, Lord of all,
Unto whom the Three Worlds call;
Thou, that didst in angry might,
Kansa, like a comet, smite;
Thou, that in thy passion tender,
As incarnate spell and splendour,
Hung on Radha's glorious face--
In the garb of Krishna's grace--
As above the bloom the bee,
When the honeyed revelry
Is too subtle-sweet an one
Not to hang and dally on;
Thou that art the Three Worlds' glory,
Of life the light, of every story
The meaning and the mark, of love
The root and, flower, o' the sky above
The blue, of bliss the heart, of those,
The lovers, that which did impose
The gentle law, that each should be
The other's Heav'n and harmony.

(Here ends that Sarga of the Gîta Govinda entitled SAKANDKSILAPUNDARIKAKSHO.)

SARGA THE SIXTH.