Slowly and gently, for delight’s sake, Krishna took Radha
in his arms and squeezed her tightly;
Craning his neck, to look behind him, he exclaimed,
“I hope this curvaceous girl’s breasts, so firm and pointed
as they are,
don’t break me open and come out of my back!”
Joyfully let Krishna, Nanda’s son, bestow upon you
boundless exhilaration!

11.35

When Krishna killed Kansa’s monstrous war elephant,
playfully crushing it to death,
drops of blood were splattered on his arms;
It looked as though he had marked himself
with vermilion in celebration of his victory in battle,
Or as though his consort, the Goddess Lakshmi, had
honored him
by placing heavenly coral flowers there.
Glory be to those mighty arms!

Radha was for him the one and only treasure trove of beauty:
Within her heart, as on a stage, he played the part of Love
and she played Love’s lovely leading lady;
Her heart was like a lake, and
relishing there the bobbing of lotuses, her pretty breasts,
He revealed his likeness to the royal gander of Lake Manasa
upon which holy men meditate.
Let Krishna make you happy!