A new Brindaban I see
And renewed each barren trees;
New flowers are blooming
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Season of honey when sweets combine,
Honey bees line upon line,
From sweet blossoms honeyed feet
Honied blossoms and honey sweet.
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In the spring moonlight the lord of love
Thro' the amorous ravel's maze doth move;
The crown of love love's raptures proves;
For Radha his amorous darling moves
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When you stay before my eyes
You make me feel your love is firm,
But out of sight how different you are!
How long does false gold shine?
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As I guard my honor,
My love in a foreign land
Ravishes beauties
Who belong to others.
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Her tears carved a river
And she broods on its bank,
Hurt and confused.
You ask her one thing,
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Swelling breasts, hard, like golden cups.
Those wanton glances have stolen my heart,
O beautiful one, protest no longer.
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Radha’s glances dart from side to side.
Her restless body and clothes are heavy with dust.
Her glistening smile shines again and again.
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Her hair dense as darkness,
Her face rich as the full moon:
Unbelievable contrasts
Couched in a seat of love.
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The moon has shone upon me,
the face of my beloved.
O night of joy!
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