Catura Siromani Kana

catura-śiromaṇi kāna heri yamunā-jalamanasija mātala pūrala muralī niśāna

Krishna, the very crown-jewel of cleverness -- seeing the waters of the Yamuna, he grows intoxicated with love; he fills the air with the call of his flute.

sakhā-gaṇa sańge rańge kata khelata khelata naṭabara-rāja bhora manorathe calala bipina pathe choḍi śiśu sańgahi mājha

Playing joyfully again and again with his troop of friends, the king of dancers sports on; his heart set on some desire, he sets out along the forest path, leaving the company of the young children behind.

sṛjala taraṇī-khāni prabāla mukutā-maṇi mājhe mājhe hīrāra gānthani sāri sāri yoje guḍā ratana kāñcane moḍā pherayāle bājata kińkiṇī

He fashions a boat, set with coral, pearls and jewels, strung here and there with rows of diamonds, gems fastened together in gold; as he turns it about, tiny bells jingle.

tapana-tanayā tīre taraṇī la-iyā phire bidagadha nāgara-rāja gobinda-dāsa kahe naukāya basi rahe pherayālera ghuńghura bāja

On the bank of the daughter of the sun, the Yamuna, the clever king of lovers rows his boat back and forth; Govinda Dasa says he sits in the boat while its little bells ring with every turn.