O Uddhava! Your Lord must have forgotten us gopies, but has He also forgotten the nights that He danced the Räsa with us? We become mad when we remember those enchanting nights, that were whitened by the pleasing rays of the full autumn moon inundating the surface of mother earth! The whole natural scenery of Vrndavana smiled at us with its white Kunda and Jasmine-flowers. Although she is called krishna , or the Black One, the Yamunä became as white as milk because of all the blossoming white lotus-flowers and lilies floating on her surface, and the sand on her banks became as soft, white and fragrant as ground camphor. On top of that, the demigods have strewn many white flowers on the arena of the Räsadance! O Best of the Yadus! The dancing of the gopies made their sashes of bells, the bangles on their wrists and the anklebells on their feet jingle sweetly, sounding even more beautiful than the different musical instruments that they played! Does Your Lord remember that most blissful Rasadance now?”

“With their measured treads, the motions of their hands, the playful movements of their eyebrows accompanied with graceful smiles, bending waists, shaking breasts and fluttering skirts of their garments, earrings swinging against their cheeks, perspiring faces and their braids and girdles loosened because of their swift movements, and singing His glories, the gopies , dancing with Krishna shone brightly like flashes of lightning in a mass of clouds.”

“This pastime is bearing the nectarean rasa of laughter and is desired for by Sukadeva , Brahmä, Siva and Närada. May the playful pastimes of Rädhä and Mädhava enter my mind and increase my love. These pastimes only take place in the Vrndavana forest and are reflected in the hearts of those who are absorbed in this fresh rasa. This rasa makes the taste of mukti seem bitter and finds it shelter in the glistening feet of Sri Hari. The amorous transformations increase at every moment in this ocean full of the quintessence of nectarean rasa. These pastimes are beyond the three modes of material nature and are sung by the greatest sages, who spit even on the position of Lord Brahmä. This pastime can only be seen by Rädhä’s dear devotees and is not disclosed even to the Vedas. Even the great souls cannot find the end to all the different kinds of loving gestures made in this Räsa festival. O devotees who are very eager for rasa! Always keep your hearts absorbed in the supreme jewel of Prabodhänanda Sarasvati’s song!”