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Srimad Bhagvata Mahapurana: Book 10: Chapter 31: Verses 9-16
Munificent are those men who extensively recite on earth Your nectar-like story, which is life-giving to the afflicted, has been celebrated by the wise and eradicates (all) sins, which is auspicious to hear and is most soothing (too). Your hearty laugh, 0 Darling, loving glances and pastimes which are happy to contemplate on and Your covert jests uttered in secret, that went deep into our heart, really agitate our mind (now that You are away from us), 0 deceitful Lover ! Our mind, O beloved Lord, grows uneasy to think that Your feet, charming as a lotus, get pricked with spikes of corn, blades of grass and sprouts when You go out of Vraja pasturing the cattle. (11) You kindle love in our heart, O gallant Lord, again and again even as You reveal Yourself (before us) at the close of the day, wearing a countenance overhung by dark curly locks and soiled with the dust raised by cows (that constitute the wealth of the Gopas), and (thus) resembling a lotus[1] (surrounded by black bees and covered with pollen). 0 Delighter of souls, (pray) set on our bosom, 0 Reliever of agony, Your most blissful lotus-like feet, which grant the desires of those that bow low to them, and are worshipped by Brahma (the lotus-born), which are the ornament of the earth and are worth contemplating upon in (times of) adversity. Vouchsafe to us, 0 heroic Lord, the nectar of Your lips, which heightens our enjoyment and destroys (all) grief, (nay,) which is fully enjoyed by the flute sounded by You and makes people forget all other attachments. When You proceed to the woods during the daytime, (even) half a moment becomes an age to us, who fail to see You. And dull-witted is he (Brahma) who has created rows of hair on the edge (and thus interrupted the joy) of eyes of us (all), that eagerly behold (without winking Your splendid countenance overhung by curly hair (on Your return from the woods at eventide). Completely neglecting our husband, children, kinsmen, brothers and other relations, 0 immortal Lord, and enchanted by the shrill note of Your flute, we have sought Your presence, knowing as we did Your (alluring) ways. What man, 0 Trickster, would abandon (helpless) women at (dead of) night ?
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