As the divine lover subtly strode,
In his charming resplendent form.
The flowers bloomed, the birds chirped,
And the Yamuna surged into a storm.

Mellifluous music filled the air,
When his lips touched the magic flute.
Infusing a gay abandon,
Into everything still, silent and mute.

The wind caressed his lovely curls,
His diadem shone like the rising sun.
The Gopis pranced with chiming anklets,
The play of the eternal maestro had begun.

As his lips flashed an enigmatic smile,
His lotus eyes gazed at the moon.
The moon melted and the earth seemed blessed,
And the dancing milkmaids appeared to swoon.

When the charmer beckoned to Radha,
In his own pleasing way.
She in an effort to taunt and tease,
Smiled coyly and looked away.

The divine musician wore a smile,
As the dancing bevy lent pageantry to the air.
Radha’s heart beat faster and her being quivered,
And into the Lords arms she rushed without a care.

The heavens stood still, as the dancing duo,
Epitomized beauty and grace.
The onlookers stood rooted and looked on,
Unable to change their gaze.

And when the cow herds ebullient with joy,
Finally for the night did depart.
With the charming form of The Lord,
Indelibly etched in their heart.