Erotic-allegorical poem in honor of Krishna - Govinda ("Shepherd"), the earthly incarnation of the god Vishnu

In blooming springtime in the Vrndavana forest on the banks of the Yamuna, beloved Krishna Radha languishes in separation from his beloved. A friend says that Krishna leads funny round dances with lovely shepherds, "hugs one, kisses the other, smiles at the third, pursues the timid, enchants the bewitching." Radha complains about Krishna's betrayal and her fate: she is bitter to look at the blossoming shoots of ashoka, to listen to the melodic buzzing of bees in the foliage of mango trees, even a light breeze from the river causes her torment. She asks her friend to help her meet Krishna, to dampen the heat of passion that is eating her.

In the meantime, Krishna leaves the beautiful cowherd boys and, remembering Radha, is tormented by repentance. He mentally draws for himself the features of her beautiful appearance and longs to taste her love again. Radha's friend comes and describes Krishna with her jealousy and torment: Radha seems to be the bitter scent of sandalwood, poison is the sweet wind from the Malaya mountains, the cool rays of the month burn her, and, unable to bear loneliness, she thinks only of Krishna. Krishna asks his friend to bring Radha to him. That, persuading her to go, assures her that Krishna is just as sad as she: either he gives out heavy sighs, then he looks for her, looking with hope from side to side, then in despair falls on the flower bed, then for a long time he loses his breath. However, Radha is so exhausted from the pangs of jealousy and passion that he simply cannot go to Krishna. And the girlfriend returns to Krishna to tell him about the powerlessness of Radha to deal with herself.

Night falls, and without meeting Krishna, Radha yearns even more. She imagines that the lying and ruthless Krishna is still indulging in pleasures with the cowherd boys, and she prays the wind from the Malaya mountains to take her life, the god of love Kama to absorb her breath, the waters of the Yamuna River to accept her body burnt by passion. The next morning, however, Radha suddenly sees Krishna in front of him, gently bending over her. She is still full of indignation and drives him away, reproaching that his eyes are sore from a sleepless night of love with shepherdesses, her mouth darkened with antimony from their eyes, her body is covered with scratches left by their sharp nails during passionate joys. Krishna leaves, pretending to be offended, and a friend persuades Radha to forgive him, for meeting Krishna is the highest happiness in this world. And when at the end of the day Krishna reappears and assures Radha that she is the only adornment of his life, his treasure in the ocean of being, praises her beauty and asks for compassion, she, submissive to love, gives in to his prayers and forgives him.

Wearing the best jewelry, ringing bracelets on her arms and legs, with anxiety and bliss in the heart of Radha, she enters the arbor from the vines, where she is waiting for Krishna, full of joy and eagerly craving for the sweet embrace. He invites Radha to go along with him all the stages of love, and she enjoys responding to his more and more daring caresses. Happy, he drinks the nectar of her indistinctly babbling lips, which are washed by the gleam of pearly teeth, presses her high hardened chest against his mighty chest, and loosens the belt on her heavy thighs. And when the passion of the lovers is quenched, Radha cannot resist the enthusiastic praises of Krishna - the center of all earthly pleasures, the keeper of the gods and people whose greatness and glory extend to all ends of the universe.