Verse 8

⁵Foremost of the Vrsnis, your lotus hand makes fearless those who come to your feet in fear of the round of birth; it gives what is wanted; it took Sri's hand. Beloved, lay it on our heads. ⁶You who end the pain of the people of Vraja, hero, whose smile breaks the pride of your own people, the women: turn to us, friend, your servants, and show us that lovely lotus face. ⁷Your lotus foot drags away the wrong from those who bow to you; it follows after the grass-eaters; it is the house of Sri; it was set on the snake's hood. Put it on our breasts, and cut out the desire lying in our hearts. ⁸With your sweet voice and your charming words that the wise delight in, lotus-eyed one: hero, we do what you tell us and we are losing our senses. Fill us with the wine of your lip.