The color of his body, covered with sandalwood paste mixed with dust, resembled a thundercloud, and his hair was decorated with a peacock feather. In shining yellow clothes, with a garland bright as lightning, he was like a dark cloud, which is simultaneously surrounded by the sun, moon and rainbow.
A little further away, like glittering constellations framing the night sky, his cowherd friends were leading their calves to pasture, dancing merrily around them, playing nonchalantly and enjoying the music pouring from their flutes.
Hot tears filled her eyes. Kneeling down and pressing her hands to her chest, she sang:
"Desiring no one but you, I can no longer live here. Please, take me to the banks of the Yamuna. I saw there, in flowering groves, your face with a bright smile of dawn spilling over the mountain range."
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