The braids of her hair had come undone, her curls
shaken loose,
her cheeks drenched wet with sweat,
And the bright ruddy sheen of her berry lips had been
rubbed off;
broken was the pearl necklace that had so brightly
adorned her breasts,
And dulled was the radiance of her girdle;
Suddenly noticing the state she was in,
And embarrassed, Radha tried to cover her breasts,
her feet, and her loins with her hands;
But, even as bedraggled as she was,
the artless girl’s beauty charmed him.

12.15

Lulled by all the uninhibited sighs of lovemaking,
the eyes of the doe-eyed dear were almost closed;
Shimmering with the sparkle of her teeth
were her lips, parted with the warble and moan of sex;
Her breasts, having been so ardently caressed, were placid,
and her body was limp from orgasmic pleasure.
Lucky is the man who gets to kiss the lips of such a
pretty girl!*

Then, all of a sudden,
and much to Krishna’s delight,
Radha, so charmingly weak
in the wake of lovemaking, spoke tenderly to him.