Radha dances in Varindavan
swiftly her feet shift
bells jingle on her anklets:
chhanan chhanan chhan chhanan chhanan.
Gopas and gopis, animals and birds
all watch Radha dance in amazement
throwing worries of the world to winds.
Even young Krishna is amazed
His lips are on the flute
but to play it he has forgotten.
In the gardens and streets
of Varindavan the clouds pour
sweet nectar from heaven
In abundance.