Your divine teeth gleam with radiant light between delicate lips; peacock feathers, crown, earrings, and garlands adorn you. Victory to you, lord of the world, blessed husband of Rakhumai; I offer my body as a lamp and wave it before your beautiful form. Your graceful stance and four adorned arms bear conch, disc, mace, and lotus in splendor. The mark of Brahman shines upon your decorated chest. Anklets chime at your feet and your throat sings with the sweetness of a cuckoo. Fragrant sandal paste of fifty-two kinds graces your body; a tilak of musk adorns your forehead, a yellow silk cloth wraps your waist. A jeweled waist-chain gleams with the luster of pearls. Every ornament is complete; your feet bear the mark of kumkum. You are the ocean of auspicious joy, a mine of grace and beauty, playful and tender to the lowly, drawing the whole world into meditation. The gods are astonished and the sages stand still in wonder. Blessed is Nanda's wife who gave birth to such a one. Says Tukayabandhu, the Vedas halt at 'not this'; a million suns and moons and stars cannot match your radiance. Generous, deep, and perfect, you are the complete form of bliss; how much more can I praise you?