Swooning from the bliss of such savory sex,
languid was my body, limp as sylvan vine;
And as he half-closed his lotus eyes,
Krishna vowed lovingly that he was mine;
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.

Thus sang the yearning cowherd girl.
It’s Jaya·deva’s composition;
May this, my song, inspire joy
in celebrating Krishna’s erotic disposition.
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.

“When Krishna, surrounded in the forest by the beauties
of Vraja,
his nectarous mouth all smiles,
noticed I was watching him,
he became embarrassed;
Looking away from the fair-browed cowherd girls,
his cheeks broke out in sweat;
he dropped his enchanted flute,
and I rejoiced in that.”