Verse 35

³¹Her prints are not to be seen here. Surely her lover lifted the woman he loved up, because the soles of her tender feet were hurt by the blades of grass. ³²Cowherd women, look at these prints of Krsna's, pressed deeper in: he was carrying the woman, weighed down, a man in love. ³³Here the great self set his beloved down, for flowers. Here her lover gathered the blossoms for her sake. Look, these prints are not whole: he was standing on the front of his feet. ³⁴And here the lover dressed the hair of the woman in love with him. Surely he sat down here, making a crown of those flowers for her. ³⁵And he took his pleasure with her, though he delights in himself and takes his pleasure in the self and is never broken into, showing the wretchedness of men in love, and the bad-heartedness of women.