A brisk breeze, cool sunny day, the cowherd boys are out to play,
and keep cows, and they will have fun along the way.
Throwing ripe fruits, rolling in hay, the sillier ones have so much to say!
Krsna and Balarama stop on the way, to savor some flowers in Goloka May.
"Dearest Brother Mine, so what do you say? Shall we meet with Radha and Her friends today?'
I fancy a party, some dancing and song... so what say you Brother, will you come along?"
'Oh i shall, my dear brother, and i will dance too, so all of these cowherds can see how we do!"
So later that day, drums rumbling in tune, danced Krsna and Balarama until light of moon.
Radha and shakhis did like to see, the glorious Lord move his righteous body.
The Best of the Dancers, or so it is told, His hair of deep black, His dhoti of gold!
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