Verse 42

⁴²Hearing this broken speech of theirs, the lord of the lords of yoga laughed, and, though he takes his pleasure in the self, in kindness he gave them their pleasure. ⁴³Among them, gathered close, their faces opened by his loving glance, the Unfallen, generous in all he did, his teeth flashing like jasmine in his broad laugh, shone like the moon ringed round with stars. ⁴⁴Sung to and singing out, the herd-leader of a hundred women, wearing the Vaijayanti garland, he moved about, and made the wood beautiful. ⁴⁵He came with the cowherd women to the bank of the river, its sand cool, visited by a wind that stirred the water and carried the scent of the night-lilies.

⁴⁶With arms stretched out and with embraces, with the touching of hands and hair and thighs and waist-knots and breasts, with joking and the marks of his nail-tips, with games and glances and laughter, he raised the lord of love in the beautiful women of Vraja and gave them their delight. ⁴⁷Having been given such regard by the Bhagavan, Krsna, the great self, they grew proud, and thought themselves above all the women on earth. ⁴⁸Seeing that drunkenness of theirs on their good fortune, and their pride, Kesava, to quiet it and to be kind to them, vanished from that very place.