Jayadeva

“ Seem ready darts to pierce the hearts of wandering youths and maids;
‘Tis there thy Krishna dances till the merry drum is done,
All in the sunny Spring-time, when who can live alone?
Where the breaking forth of blossom on the yellow Keshra-sprays
Dazzles like Kama’s sceptre, whom all the world obeys;
And Patal-buds fill drowsy bees from pink delicious bowls,
As Kama’s nectared goblet steeps in languor human souls;
There he dances with the dancers, and of Radha thinketh none,
All in the warm new Spring-tide, when none will live alone. ”

“ There dances with those dancers thine other self, thine Own;
all in the languorous Spring-time, when non will live alone.
Where -- as if warm lips torched sealed eyes and waked them -- all in bloom
Opens upon the mangoes to feel the sunshine come;
And Atimuktas wind their arms of softest green about,
Clasping the stems, while calm and clear great Jumna spreadeth out;
There dances and there laughs thy Love, with damsels many a one,
In the rosy days of Spring-Time, for he will not live alone. ”

“ In the company of damsels, who dance and sing and play,
Lies Krishna, laughing, toying, dreaming his Spring away.
One, with star-blossomed champak wreaths, woos him to rest his head
On the dark pillow of her breast so tenderly outspread;
And o’er his brow with roses blown she fans a fragrance rare,
That falls on the enchanted sense like rain in thirsty air,
While the company of damsels wave many an odorous spray,
And Krishna, laughing, toying, sighs the soft Spring away. ”