Krishna went playing in the lanes of Braj, a yellow silk garment round his waist, holding a top and a string to spin it with, a crown of peacock-feathers adorning his head his ears with charming ear-rings decked, his teeth flashing brighter than the sun's rays, his limbs anointed with sandalwood-paste.
On the Yamuna bank he chanced to see Radha; a tika mark of turmeric on her brow, dressed in a flowing skirt and blue blouse, her lovely long wreathed hair dangling behind, a stripling, fair, of beauty unsurpassed with he a bevy of fair milkmaids:
Krishna's eyes met her's; love woke in his heart, says Suradasa, bewitched by her, he gazed and gazed.
Translated by:
Kalaivani Retnavellu
