Gita Govinda 2.2

While Hari amused himself in the forest, his love shared equally, / Rādhā, driven by jealousy because her own pre-eminence had slipped away, went elsewhere; / hidden in a certain vine-bower whose high crests hummed with swarms of buzzing bees, / dejected, she spoke in secret to her confidante:

His enchanting flute resounding with the sweet sound of the nectar from his moving lips, / with rolling glances from the corners of his eyes, his head shaking and his ear-ornaments swinging on his cheeks— / here, in the rāsa-dance, my mind remembers Hari who performed amorous dalliance, mocking me.

His hair encircled with a crown of lovely peacock feathers bearing eyes, / well attired like a dense raincloud adorned with a vast rainbow— / here, in the rāsa-dance, my mind remembers Hari who performed amorous dalliance, mocking me.

Seized with longing to kiss the faces of the cowherd women with shapely hips, / the sprout-like sweetness of his lips like bandhujīva flowers, the splendour of his smile shining forth— / here, in the rāsa-dance, my mind remembers Hari who performed amorous dalliance, mocking me.

Surrounded by a thousand cowherd maidens whose sprout-like arms thrilled with broad horripilation, / the darkness shattered by the rays of jewel ornaments on his hands, feet and chest— / here, in the rāsa-dance, my mind remembers Hari who performed amorous dalliance, mocking me.

His forehead bearing a sandalwood mark that mocks the moon moving through clouds, / the door of his chest merciless in crushing the orbs of their full, firm breasts— / here, in the rāsa-dance, my mind remembers Hari who performed amorous dalliance, mocking me.

His cheeks adorned with handsome jewel-encrusted sea-monster earrings, noble, / clad in yellow garments, followed by an entourage of the best among sages, men, gods and asuras— / here, in the rāsa-dance, my mind remembers Hari who performed amorous dalliance, mocking me.

Met beneath a fair kadamba tree, quelling the fear of the defilements of Kali, / giving delight also to me somehow with his mind and with eyes brimming with desire— / here, in the rāsa-dance, my mind remembers Hari who performed amorous dalliance, mocking me.

This form of the enemy of Madhu, exceedingly handsome and enchanting, sung by Śrī Jayadeva, / is worthy now for the virtuous who remember Hari's feet: / here, in the rāsa-dance, my mind remembers Hari who performed amorous dalliance, mocking me.

It counts his multitude of virtues; it does not seek anger even by mistake; / it bears satisfaction and casts faults far away. / When Kṛṣṇa sports without me, his thirst turned toward other young women, / my contrary mind still feels desire—what shall I do?

Staying hidden in secret at night as I went to the solitary bower-chamber, / looking timidly in all directions, laughing in the excitement and passion of amorous pleasure— / O confidante, bring noble Keśi's slayer / into union with me, full of passion, overcome with erotic yearning!

Brought round by hundreds of clever flatteries when I was shy at our first encounter, / my voice murmuring soft, sweet smiles, the silk cloth loosened from my hips— / O confidante, bring noble Keśi's slayer / into union with me, full of passion, overcome with erotic yearning!

Placed upon a bed of tender sprouts, he lay long upon my very chest; / embraced by me who kissed him, he embraced me and drank my lips— / O confidante, bring noble Keśi's slayer / into union with me, full of passion, overcome with erotic yearning!

My eyes languidly closed, his cheeks charming with rows of bristling hairs, / my whole body covered in drops of sweat from exertion, he restlessly agitated by the intoxication of supreme love— / O confidante, bring noble Keśi's slayer / into union with me, full of passion, overcome with erotic yearning!

Cooing like the melodious cry of the cuckoo, he surpassed the teachings of the manual of love; / my hair dishevelled and loosened of flowers, he scratched with nails the weight of my firm breasts— / O confidante, bring noble Keśi's slayer / into union with me, full of passion, overcome with erotic yearning!

The jewel-anklets jingling on my feet, spreading out an awning for lovemaking, / the girdle of bells jingling and loose, he gave a kiss while seizing my hair— / O confidante, bring noble Keśi's slayer / into union with me, full of passion, overcome with erotic yearning!

Languid with the flavor of the moment of love's joy, his eye-lotuses half closed, / my slender creeper-like body fallen helpless, Madhusūdana's desire aroused— / O confidante, bring noble Keśi's slayer / into union with me, full of passion, overcome with erotic yearning!

Spoken by Śrī Jayadeva, recounting the secret amorous sports of Madhu's foe, / spoken by the longing cowherd maiden, may this playfully spread joy: / O confidante, bring noble Keśi's slayer / into union with me, full of passion, overcome with erotic yearning!

His playful flute slipped from his hand, his eyebrow-creeper curved, glances from the corners of his eyes driving off the throng of cowherd girls, / his cheek-region drenched with abundant sweat, / seeing me and embarrassed, his charming face sweet with a smile in the forest— / I see Govinda surrounded by the multitude of Vraja's beauties, and I rejoice.

Hard to behold, the budding blossom of the fresh young aśoka creeper, / and the breeze from the grove beside the lake, torments me; / nor does this blossoming crest of mango trees, delightful with the humming of wandering bees, / bring pleasure, O confidante!