svātmeśvaryā mamādya praṇaya-rasa-mahā-mādhurī-sāra-mūrtyā ko'pi śyāmaḥ kiśoraḥ kanaka-vara-rucā śrī-kiśoryā kayāpi | krīḍaty ānanda-sārāntima-parama-camatkāra-sarvasva-mūrtir nityānaṅgottaraṅgair yad adhi bhaja tad evādya vṛndāvanaṁ bhoḥ || O my mind! Take shelter today of this land of Vrindavan, where some ineffable dark youth, the wonderful treasure of supreme transcendental bliss, has taken form to play in waves of eternal transcendental amorous love with some ineffable budding young goddess, glowing golden, personifying the essence of the great sweetness that arises from the flavors of confident affection, the mistress of his heart. It is almost impossible to understand the vision of Vrindavan without faith in the absolute perfection of love. We distill our experience in this world, which is fragmented and adulterated with the flaws and deficiencies of the conditioned state, and find therein something transcendent and powerful that giv...