Krishna went playing in the lanes of Braj, <br />a yellow silk garment round his waist, <br />holding a top and a string to spin it with, <br />a crown of peacock-feathers adorning his head <br />his ears with charming ear-rings decked, <br />his teeth flashing brighter than the sun's rays, <br />his limbs anointed with sandalwood-paste. <br /> <br />On the Yamuna bank he chanced to see Radha; <br />a tika mark of turmeric on her brow, <br />dressed in a flowing skirt and blue blouse, <br />her lovely long wreathed hair dangling behind, <br />a stripling, fair, of beauty unsurpassed <br />with he a bevy of fair milkmaids: <br /> <br />Krishna's eyes met her's; <br />love woke in his heart, <br />says Suradasa, bewitched by her, <br />he gazed and gazed.<br /><br />Sant Surdas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-meeting-of-radha-and-krishna/
