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.
By the grandeur of my song,
Krishna’s ornaments are redoubled;
Install him in your heart, worship him,
and your life will be untroubled.

As Radha stared at her dearly beloved,
her pupils began to dilate and contract,
and tears of joy spilled from her eyes;
It was as though those eyes, trying so hard
to go beyond their corners, all the way to her ears,
were dripping with sweat!

Once her entourage of watchful friends had left the hut,
she approached the edge of the bed,
trying to conceal a smile by pretending to have to scratch
an itching lip;
She looked at the face of her lover, shining with the prospect
of doing Love’s bidding;
and then it was as though the doe-eyed girl’s shyness itself
became shy and ran far, far away.