Verse 41

³⁶Lotus-eyed one, from the hour we touched the sole of your foot, which gives Fortune her one festival and is dear to the people of the woods, from then on, you having given us that delight, we simply cannot, dear one, stand before anyone else. ³⁷Sri longs for the dust of your lotus feet, though she has her place on your chest with the tulasi, a place the servants keep; and the other gods labour for a glance from her. Just so have we come to the dust of your feet. ³⁸So be kind to us, crusher of trouble. We have left our houses and come to your feet, hoping to wait on you. Our selves are burnt by a sharp desire that your beautiful smile and your look have raised: ornament of men, give us the work of your servants.

³⁹Seeing your face with its curls, your cheeks bright with earrings, the nectar of your lip, your smiling look, and seeing your two staff-like arms that give safety, and your chest where Sri alone takes her pleasure, we become your servants. ⁴⁰Dear one, what woman in the three worlds would not slip from the way of the noble, bewildered by the long-drawn, sweet-worded strains of your song, and by the sight of this form, the beauty of the three worlds, at which cattle and birds and trees and deer all bristled with joy? ⁴¹Plainly you have been born to take away the fear and the pain of Vraja, as the god, the first Person, guards the world of the gods. So lay your lotus hand, friend of the afflicted, on the burning breasts and on the heads of your servants.