Sri Krsna’s feet are tinged with pink
That darkens into rose;
And rosebuds, we can say, I think,
Are hued just like His toes.
Further up, graceful ankles turn
Like vines after a rose,
And Beauty must her lessons learn
From His style and pose.
Sri Krsna’s chest is Fortune’s rest,
And fragrantly adorned
With garlands: starting at His neck,
They fall in love around His form.