Aju Nava Syama Vinodini

āju nava śyāma vinodinī rā-i tanu tanu atanu yuta śata sebita labaṇi baraṇi nā yā-i

Today Radha appears newly playful with dark Krishna, her whole body served by hundreds of Cupids; her loveliness cannot be described.

śārada sudhākara maṇḍala khaṇḍana badana kamala bikāśa adhare milāyata śyāma manohara cita corāyali hāsa

Defeating the orb of the autumn moon, her lotus face blossoms; when dark Krishna, the stealer of hearts, mingles at her lips, her laughter steals the mind.

bari bakula-phule āphula ali-kula madhu pibi pibi utarola sakala alańkṛti karuṇa jhańkṛti kińkiṇī raṇaraṇi bola

Bees swarm about her, having drunk their fill of honey from the bakula flowers she wears; all her ornaments make a soft, sweet jingling sound.

pada-pańkaja para maṇimaya nūpura pūrita khañjana bhāṣa madana mukura janu nakha maṇi-darapaṇa nichani gobinda-dāsa

On her lotus feet, jewelled anklets echo the cry of the khanjana bird; her toenails, like Cupid's own mirror, dazzle -- so sings Govinda Dasa.