She left the shrine at cowdust-time, passing gliding

Krishna:
She left the shrine at cowdust-time, passing gliding
Like a flash of lightning mated with a fresh cloud.

Tender of age she was, a garland deftly woven:
A glimpse could not content my hope, but Love's fire
fiercer fanned.

Bright was her body, shining under wimple with the
shene of gold:
Long locks, small middle, sidelong-glancing eyes.

And softly smiling, pierced me with the arrows
of her eyes,--
Lord of the Five Gaurs, live for ever, says Vidyāpati!