You adorn me, my jewel in the ocean of being,
And without you I cannot live;
Please, surrender and stay with me forever;
My heart strives for all that yours can give.
O my beloved, my sweetheart, please,
Don’t be angry, please be fair.
Love’s flames consume my heart.
A lotus is your mouth—
let me drink the mead from there.

10.5

Just as your eyes, pretty woman, though blue lotuses,
seem crimson lilies instead,
I, Krishna, the Blue One you’ve piqued with Love’s arrows,
I blush bright red.
O my beloved, my sweetheart, please,
Don’t be angry, please be fair.
Love’s flames consume my heart.
A lotus is your mouth—
let me drink the mead from there.

Let the glittering jeweled necklace adorning your breasts
arouse and impassion your soul,
And girdle bells round your firm hips ring aloud,
proclaiming commandments of Love as they toll.
O my beloved, my sweetheart, please,
Don’t be angry, please be fair.
Love’s flames consume my heart.
A lotus is your mouth—
let me drink the mead from there.