"O queen whose fair limbs are more splendid than pure gold, O queen whose eyes are as charming as a doe's, O queen whose face defeats million of moons, O queen dressed in garments as dark as monsoon clouds, O teacher of the intelligent, expert gopis, O queen elaborately decorated with a host of transcendental virtues, O queen accompanied by Your eight very dear friends, O queen of Vrndavana, I bow down to You and, rolling about on the Yamuna's shore, pray that even though I have committed many offenses, even though I am unqualified, and even though my intelligence is crooked, You may please give me a small particle of Your devotional service. Because the fresh butter of Your heart is always melting in the splendor of Your transcendental mercy, it is not proper for You to neglect this anguished person."
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