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Her beauty exceeds imagination. Her braid flows like a line of sparkling jewels, shining like a garland of precious deer-eyed gems.
The universe sparkles with dual moons, tusks, and forms—descriptions multiplying in poetic exaggeration, as the divine elephant embodies all powers.
Through fierce rites and incantations, the adept achieves the six mystical acts—via diagrams, silent chants, and precise ritual knowledge.
Like a mirror, a noble person reveals one’s inner nature—absorbing emotion instantly with clarity and grace.
I worship the eternal being—his jingling anklets, copper-hued limbs, lotus eyes—whose form embodies indivisible bliss and consciousness.
Madhava, why fear touching the hand of the cowherd girl? If you are her beloved, why should ritual doubt stop you from union?
Rustic dialects like Ābhīra are revered in poetry. Only in scriptures is deviation from Sanskrit considered corruption.
The Moon embraces all directions with loving touch—kissing rivers and lotuses alike—yet the jealous stars fade in protest at this display.
Her chest adorned with pearl garlands and soft fullness hides within it profound spiritual wealth, unknown to those who see only the outer form.
Though adorned with ornaments, her natural beauty and body provoke even the wise. The senses waver despite discipline.
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