Fair-face, red brow-spot, there-behind the heavy

Krishna:
Fair-face, red brow-spot, there-behind the heavy
jet-black hair--
As if the sun and moon together rising left the night behind.

Ah damsel fair! with what and what devoted care,
Has Nature given to you the utmost beauty of the moon.

A grass green bodice binds your breasts, a glimpse is
only seen;
So jealously you cover them,--but never snow may hide
the hills!

Dark sūrm decks your curving restless eyes.
As if the bees would rest their weight upon some
wind-bent lotus.

Hearken, young thing, says Vidyāpati; these charms,
you know them all,--
Witness be Rājā Shivasimha Rūpanārāyana
and Lakshmī Devī.