surata-natha te ’sulka-dasika
vara-da nighnato neha kim vadhah
O Lord of love, in beauty Your glance excels the whorl of the finest, most perfectly formed lotus within the autumn pond. O bestower of benedictions, You are killing the maidservants who have given themselves to You freely, without any price. Isn’t this murder?
In the autumn season, the whorl of the lotus has a special beauty, but that unique loveliness is surpassed by the beauty of Krsna’s glance.