“When you were together, she refused to close her eyes,
unable as she was to endure not seeing you
even for an instant.
And now, how can she, as she stares at mango branches,
their tips in bloom,*
possibly endure being so long and far away from you?”

His arm lifted and supported Mount Go·vardhana*
to shelter the cowherd village from torrential rains;
And then, in time, the milkmaids, in joyous gratitude,
as if proud of that arm,
kissed the limb, imprinting it with vermilion
from their lips.
May the arm of Krishna the cowherd bless you!