Her breasts, dusted with dark musk and firm,
are the dark firmament of night,
There a moon he etches with a fingernail,
and stars arrays with jewels bright;
In the forest, on the banks of the Yamuna,
a triumphant Krishna now takes delight.

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Her arms he adorns with emerald bracelets,
like lotus stems’ bee-studded bands;
The lotus leaves, cool as snow,
are the palms of her wide-open hands;
In the forest, on the banks of the Yamuna,
a triumphant Krishna now takes delight.

Within her loins is Love’s golden throne,
Love’s consort Pleasure’s sacred center;
There he drapes jewels, temple door adornments
that make it fit to enter.
In the forest, on the banks of the Yamuna,
a triumphant Krishna now takes delight.

He paints her foot, a bud, with lac;
its toenails are ornamental jewels;
Then that foot is placed upon his heart
wherein the Goddess rules;
In the forest, on the banks of the Yamuna,
a triumphant Krishna now takes delight.