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.