During spring how much I called You constantly, You did not listen to that, O Shyam
Ra’i. You came today during intense rain. You were in paradise, had come to Gokula, and
filled the world with Your mercy. You came when the clouds floated in the sky bearing
rain, along with pollen of niip and resonance of palm trees. The peacock dances in the
ketakii groves with smiling green decoration. The beauty that I wanted in the spring
carrying more beauty than that, You came into the mind. The Gopa’l of Vraja is
established like a King in the mental lotus, with what an illusive game, liila’.