When he quickens all things (from The Gitagovinda)by Jayadeva
English version by Barbara Stoler Miller
Original Language Sanskrit
When he quickens all things
To create bliss in the world,
His soft black sinuous lotus limbs
Begin the festival of love
And beautiful cowherd girls wildly
Wind him in their bodies.
Friend, in spring young Hari plays
Like erotic mood incarnate.
|-- from Love Song of the Dark Lord: Jayadeva's Gitagovinda, Translated by Barbara Stoler Miller|
|Songs of the Saints from the Adi Granth||Love Song of the Dark Lord: Jayadeva's Gitagovinda|