Once Lord Krishna considered within His heart: "Everyone says that I
am complete bliss, full of all rasas. All the world derives pleasure from
Me. Is there anyone who can give Me pleasure? One who has a hundred
times more qualities than Me could give pleasure to My mind. One more qualified
than Me is impossible to find in the world. But in Radha alone I feel the
presence of one who can give Me pleasure. Although My beauty defeats the
beauty of ten million cupids, although it is unequalled and unsurpassed
and although it gives pleasure to the three worlds, seeing Radharani gives
pleasure to My eyes. The vibration of My transcendental flute attracts
the three worlds, but My ears are enchanted by the words of Srimati Radharani.
Although My body lends fragrance to the entire creation, the scent of Radharani's
limbs captivates My mind and heart. Although the entire creation is full
of different tastes because of Me, I am charmed by the nectarean taste
of the lips of Srimati Radharani. And although My touch is cooler than
ten million moons, I am refreshed by the touch of Srimati Radhika. Thus
although, I am the source of happiness for the entire world, the beauty
and attributes of Sri Radhika are My life and soul. In this way My affectionate
feelings for Srimati Radharani may be understood, but on analysis I find
them contradictory. My eyes are fully satisfied when I look upon Srimati
Radharani but by looking upon Me, She becomes even more advanced in satisfaction.
The flute like murmur of the bamboos rubbing against one another steals
Radharani's consciousness, for She thinks it to be the sound of My flute.
And She embraces a tamala tree, mistaking it for Me. 'I have gotten the
embrace of Sri Krishna,' She thinks, 'so now My life is fulfilled.; Thus
She remains immersed in pleasing Krishna, taking the tree in Her arms.
When a favorable breeze carries to Her the fragrance of My body, She is
blinded by love and tries to fly into that breeze. When She tastes the
betel chewed by Me, She merges in an ocean of joy and forgets everything
else. Even with hundreds of mouths I could not express the transcendental
pleasure She derives from My association. Seeing the luster of Her complexion
after Our pastimes together, I forget My own identity in happiness. The
sage Bharata has said that the mellows of lover and beloved are equal.
But he does not know the mellows of My Vrindavan. The happiness I feel
when meeting Radharani is a hundred times greater than the happiness I
get from meeting others.