When mango trees blinking blossom eyes
feel frissons from lianae, aflutter and enlancing,
As the vernal Vrinda forest is cleansed
by Yamuna’s embracing,
In springtime, the sensual season so languorously
long for forlorn lovers,
Krishna strays and plays, my friend,
dancing with young girls.

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Evoking the sensuous sylvan spring,
Jaya·deva’s song is sweet,
As it portrays passion’s powers,
and inspires memory at Hari-Krishna’s feet:
In springtime, the sensual season so languorously
long for forlorn lovers,
Krishna strays and plays, my friend,
dancing with young girls.

The woods were perfumed with powdery pollen
from blooming jasmine shaken by a breeze,
The gusting, pandan-scented, breath of Love,
that fans the flames that sear the heart.