The Service

The swing made of soft branches and flowers,

Hung from those trees of desire,

Decorating every corner of it with more flowers,

I relished the taste of service unto You O Radhe!

Amazing plants those were,

The more flowers I plucked, the more they were born,

And thus I spread those flowers afar everywhere,

Making thus a soft and scented bed on the ground,

I relished the taste of service unto You O Radhe!

And now that You had taken bath,

I decorated You with wonderful clothing,

Then I started decorating every inch of You,

With beautiful flowers,

Now You even had flowery earrings.

Your beautiful thick braid waved back and forth,

I decorated it with small wondrous flowers,

To You, they seem to make an oath,

To make Your appearance as if,

There was a shower

Of dew drops above green leaves.

Thus holding Your softest hand in mine,

I led You to the place,

That I had decorated earlier,

And that now had been occupied by the Beauty Personified Himself,

Now leaving You before Him,

I relished the taste of service unto You O Radhe!