LAUGHING IN longing for love,
He hid in the forest and waited that night;
Sneaking out to his hideaway hut,
I glanced all about in my fright;
Please, dear friend, urge Krishna to make love to me,
to have a change of heart,
For I’m overwhelmed with a passion
that tears my heart apart.
Refrain
The first time he made love to me, I was very shy;
I tried to speak and show him smiles;
As he loosened my skirt to uncover my thigh,
he cajoled me with his flattering wiles;
Please, dear friend, urge Krishna to make love to me,
to have a change of heart,
For I’m overwhelmed with a passion
that tears my heart apart.
I kissed him and held him in my arms,
reclining on a bed of flowers;
And he kissed and caressed me in turn,
and rested on my breast for hours;
Please, dear friend, urge Krishna to make love to me,
to have a change of heart,
For I’m overwhelmed with a passion
that tears my heart apart.