Each is the other's true life, the wise breath of life, as dear to the eyes as sight itself. Even when their eyes have drunk the sweetness of one another, those lovely eyes remain thirsty. (20)
With their own lotus hands, each feeds delicious morsels into the other's mouth. I offer myself to the gentle smile of each, that mine of supreme rasa. When one looks upon the other and sees such sweetness, both are overcome and intoxicated. The two cannot contain the ever-new colors and surging delight of their play in rasa. (21)
I offer myself as I gaze upon them; with deepest love they ward all evil from one another. Each hides the other beneath a silken cloth, overwhelmed by the weight of joy. Hearing each other's lovely names, they contemplate them with the taste of a nectar-stream. They fill each other's laps and join limb to limb in immeasurable joy and play. (22)
The two remain together; connoisseurs gaze upon their dance and play of rasa. With their own hands each lovingly adorns the other's limbs. Within their hearts, day and night, they cherish one another in countless ways. Though limb remains joined to limb, each still longs to meet the other. (23)
Each sways and embraces the other, lifting and lowering them, never letting longing arise. Each takes the other in their arms, increasing yearning through love. Singing each other's virtues and captivated by each other's beauty, they offer themselves away. Pressing one another to their hearts, they settle within the great ocean of bliss. (24)
Each lovingly adorns the other and remains steeped in affection. Gazing upon each other's good fortune, they surge with waves of Kama. Each remains dyed in the colors of love, absorbed in eternal play. Speaking words of rasa to one another, they remain joined throughout the long night. (25)