Another girl fixes his lotus face in her pensive gaze,
Winking and blinking are his eyes in their seductive ways;
Krishna rollicks in a frolicsome flock
of comely coy coquettes.

Another bonny-bottomed beauty beckons to whisper
in his ear,
And kisses him on his bristling cheek as soon as he
comes near;
Krishna rollicks in a frolicsome flock
of comely coy coquettes.

Another on the Yamuna’s banks, eager for artful
amorous play,
Grabs his robe, and into a grove she tries to drag him away;
Krishna rollicks in a frolicsome flock
of comely coy coquettes.

Bangles jangle on clapping hands in the joy of
rasa roundelay* and his flute is sweet in tone,
And another girl, hopeful, sings his praises,
yearning to dance with him alone;
Krishna rollicks in a frolicsome flock
of comely coy coquettes.