Sung to Raga Vibhasa

Come, Radha, come. Krishna follows your
every desire.

‘Soil my bed with indigo footprints, Kamini,
lay waste the grove
savage it with your petal-soft feet.

‘I take your feet in lotus hands, Kamini,
you have come far.
Lay those gold flaring anklets across my bed.

‘Let yes yes flow from your mouth like amrita.
From your breasts, Kamini,
I draw off the dukula-cloth. We are no longer separate.’

–from the Gitagovinda (xii.2, 3, 4) by Jayadeva

Oxford Anthology of Bhakti Literature (2011:69)