She gazed at Krishna:
Long had he longed to make love to her,
his one true love, his only miss;
Love had made himself at home in him,
and his face beamed bounteous bliss.
The splendid earrings grazing his lotus face
rivaled the sun for light,
And he yearned all the more for love when he saw
her lips aglow, her smile bright.

She gazed at Krishna:
Long had he longed to make love to her,
his one true love, his only miss;
Love had made himself at home in him,
and his face beamed bounteous bliss.
Like a dark rain cloud, moonbeam dappled,
was his sumptuous flower-strewn hair,
And the dark night was his forehead,
a fulgent full moon the sandal mark there.

11.30

She gazed at Krishna:
Long had he longed to make love to her,
his one true love, his only miss;
Love had made himself at home in him,
and his face beamed bounteous bliss.
Covered in goosebumps, bristling, delighted,
thoughts of foreplay had made him excited;
By beams of the jewelry adorning his body,
his radiant beauty was brightly highlighted.