'he moon rose, anointing the face of the eastern horizon with the reddish hue of his comforting rays and thus dispelling the pain of all who watched him rise. The moon was like a beloved husband who returns home after a long absence and adorns the face of his beloved wife with red kunkuma.
When the young women of Vṛndāvana heard Kṛṣṇa's flute-song, which arouses romantic feelings, their minds were captivated by the Lord. They went to where their lover waited, each unknown to the others, moving so quickly that their earrings swung back and forth.
Some gopīs had been milking cows when they heard Kṛṣṇa's flute. They stopped milking and went off to meet Him. Some left milk curdling on the stove, and others left cakes burning in the oven. Some of the gopīs were getting dressed, feeding milk to their infants, or rendering personal service to their husbands, but they all gave up these duties and went to meet Kṛṣṇa. Other gopīs were taking their evening meals, washing themselves, putting on cosmetics, or applying black ointment to their eyes. But all the gopīs stopped these activities at once, and though their clothes and ornaments were in complete disarray, they rushed off to Kṛṣṇa.