Poem: Divine Love Makes One Wise When shall I serve sweet Sri Radha fair, Whose body glows like molten gold so rare? She smiles at me, so young, so bright, Her hair like a peacock in morning light. (1)… When shall I serve sweet Sri Radha fair, Whose body glows like molten gold so rare? She smiles at me, so young, so bright, Her hair like a peacock in morning light. (1)…
Poem: The secret of Radha O Shashimukhi, moon-faced maiden bright, I dry your limbs with a towel of light … O Shashimukhi, moon-faced maiden bright, I dry your limbs with a towel of light …
Poem: Krishna’s Delightful Sight Radha’s bathhouse, a secret place, Where only her maid beholds her grace. Without a garment, pure and bare, Even Krishna can’t enter there. (…) Radha’s bathhouse, a secret place, Where only her maid beholds her grace. Without a garment, pure and bare, Even Krishna can’t enter there. (…)