"On the night of Sharad,
Radha among her maids is immersed in joy
Her fair body glows
against the deep blue of Krishna
while their dance duet flows.

There is Madhava between each gopi
the ring of the raas presents a spectacle memorable.
Celestial beings and sages shower flowers from heaven
welcoming this moment incomparable
The moon above is tired wondering
when will the sun appear in the morning?

The occasion is the talk of the day,
and thus does Parmananda pray."