She stands by His side, sweet smile entreating Us to worship His feet, soft and pinkish. She massages them gently, offering tulasī. Oh, won’t you please come and see how beautiful they are? Rādhārāṇī, queen of worship, beauty supreme in female form, Please protect me, don’t let me slip from the path of bhakti. Soaring through transcendental treetops on a swing of flowers Downpour of nectar never stops where You are queen. Can You...