Sitting on a beautiful boat,
Made of wonderful flowers and scented wood,
It started to float,
With several Gopis aboard,
With a certain girl with a golden complexion,
Sitting with her companion,
Her most loved and worshipped beloved.
Her heart blossomed with love
As she looked up at the sky, smiling at the moon,
Praying in her heart,
Don't let this night end so soon.
Her dear Lord, sitting beside her,
Smiled knowingly,
Thought to Himself, "So be it."
Then He took out His flute, playing an enchanting tune.