Kishna

Who sports upon the Jumna's leafy bank,
Who Kamsa slew, and other demon foes,
Longed for by all the cowherd folk of Braj,
Adored with love-filled looks from lotus eyes
By shy sweet milk-maids in their youthful bloom,
His head with peacock feathers gaily crested,
His fair form bent in graceful triple curve,
Braja's dark-hued Apollo with his flute,
Remover of the pains and burdens of the world.
Govinda, him I worship.
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Priyambada
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