Cikana Kala Galaya Mala

cikana kala galaya mala bajaye nupura paya cudara phule bhramara bule teracha nayane caya

A shining dark garland hangs at his throat, anklets ring at his feet; bees hover about the flowers in his crown, as he glances sideways with his eyes.

kalindi-kule ki pekhinu sa-i chaliya nagara kana ghara mu ya-ite narinu sa-i akula karila prana

O friend, what did I see on the bank of the Kalindi -- that cunning lover, Krishna! O friend, I could not even return home; he has thrown my very life into turmoil.

canda jhalamali mayura pakha cudaya udaye baya isat hasiyamadhura bamsari madhura madhura gaya

The moon glimmers, peacock feathers wave atop his crown in the breeze; smiling gently, he plays his sweet flute, singing sweetly, so sweetly.

rasera bhare anga na dhare keli-kadambera hela kulabati sati yubati janara parana la-iya khela

Overcome by the weight of rasa, his limbs can barely stay steady, so playfully does he lean against the kadamba tree; he plays with the very life of chaste, well-born young women.

srabane cancala makara kundala pindhana pinala basa ranga utpala carana-yugala nichani gobinda-dasa

Restless makara earrings sway at his ears, his garment fits him closely; his two feet are like red lotuses -- Govinda Dasa offers this as an arati of gazing upon him.