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One day, separated from Kṛṣṇa, Śrīmatī Rādhārāṇī spoke as follows to Viśākhā: "My dear friend, the luster of Kṛṣṇa's body is more brilliant than a newly formed cloud, and His yellow garments are more attractive than flashing lightning. A peacock feather decorates His head, and on His neck hangs a lovely necklace of brilliant pearls. As He holds his charming flute to His lips, His face looks as beautiful as the full autumn moon. By such beauty Madana-mohana, the enchanter of Cupid, is increasing the desire of My eyes to see Him."
Lord Caitanya, in Śrīmatī Rādhārāṇī's mood of love-in-separation, expanded upon the meaning of Her statement to Viśākhā: "Śrī Kṛṣṇa's complexion glistens like powdered eye ointment. It defeats the beauty of a newly formed cloud and is softer than a blue lotus. Indeed, His complexion is so pleasing that it attracts the eyes and minds of everyone, and it is so powerful that it defies all comparison. My dear friend, please tell Me what I should do. Kṛṣṇa is as attractive as a wonderful cloud, and My eyes are just like cātaka birds dying of thirst because they do not see that cloud.
"Kṛṣṇa's yellow garments resemble restless lightning in the sky, and the pearl necklace on His neck resembles a line of ducks flying below a cloud. Both the peacock feather on His head and His vaijayanti garland resemble rainbows.
"The luster of Kṛṣṇa's body is as beautiful as a spotless, newly risen full moon, and the vibration of His flute sounds like the sweet thundering of a newly formed cloud. When the peacocks in Vṛndāvana hear that vibration, they all begin to dance.
"The cloud of Kṛṣṇa's pastimes is drenching the fourteen worlds with a shower of nectar. Unfortunately, when that cloud appeared, a whirlwind arose and blew it away from Me. Being unable to see that cloud, the cataka bird of My eyes is almost dead from thirst."