Dhala Dhala Kanca Angera Labhani

ḍhala ḍhala kāñcā ańgera lābaṇī abanī bahiyā yāya īṣat hāsiratarańga-hillole madana mūrachā pāya

The soft, fresh beauty of her tender body flows down over the earth itself; in the gentle waves of her faint smile, even Cupid himself swoons.

kibā se nāgaraki khene dekhinu dhairaya rahala dūre nirabadhi mora cita beyākula kena bā sadā-i jhure

What was that lovely woman I glimpsed for just a moment? My composure has fled far away; my mind is ceaselessly troubled -- why does it grieve so constantly?

hāsiyā hāsityāańga dolā-iyā nāciyā nāciyā yāya nayāna katākṣe biṣama biśikhe parāṇa bindhita dhāya

Laughing again and again, swaying her body, she moves on as if dancing; with the deadly arrows of her sidelong glances, she rushes to pierce my very life.

mālatī phuleramālāṭi gale hiyāra mājhare dole uḍiyā paḍiyāmātala bhramara ghuriyā ghuriyā bule

A garland of malati flowers hangs at her throat, swaying over her heart; drunken bees, rising and falling, wander round and round it.

kapāle candanaphoṭāra chaṭā lāgila hiyāra mājhe nā jāni ki byādhimarame bādhala nā kahi lokera lāje

The mark of a sandalwood dot glows on her forehead, and it has struck straight into my heart; I know not what illness has taken root within me -- out of shame before others, I dare not say.

emana kaṭhinanārīra parāṇa bāhira nāhika haya nā jāni ki jāni haye parimāṇa dāsa gobinde kaya

Such is the hardened heart of this woman -- what lies within it never comes out; I know not what its true measure could be, says the servant Govinda.