Śrī Raghunātha sees the Yugala Kiśora playing in the water of Rādhākuṇḍa with Kundalatā as the referee.

Nāndīmukhī and Dhaniṣṭhā are also there.

“What shall We play?” – “Water sports!”

The mañjarīs change the participants’ clothes, dressing Śrī Rādhikā and Her girlfriends in thin white sārīs and Śyāmasundara in a thin bathing-dress. Kundalatā sets the stake:

The winner can drink the nectar of the loser’s lips. The other sakhīs are witnesses. Rādhā and Mādhava face Each other and splash Each other with water so that Their thin clothes begin to stick to Their limbs and They can relish the sweet sight of Each other’s wet bodies.

The kiṅkarīs like Rūpa Mañjarī and Tulasī Mañjarī are standing on the shore of Rādhākuṇḍa and also relish this sweet sight.

What can Svāminī do against a wrestler? Śyāma splashes so violently that She turns Her back on Him out of fear. Everyone is silent, no one glorifies Śyāma’s victory.

If Rādhikā had won the shore of Rādhākuṇḍa would have resounded with shouts of ‘Rādhe Jaya! Rādhe Jaya!’

Śyāma says: “Pay Me My prize, otherwise I will not leave You! Would You have left Me alone if I had lost?”

The sakhīs don’t say ‘yes’ and they don’t say ‘no’.

Śyāmasundara comes up to Svāminī and holds Her around the neck, saying: ‘Give Me My prize!’.

How wonderful is Svāminī’s beauty at that time! Her half closed eyes are slightly reddish from fighting in the water and She slightly moves Her eyebrows. This gesture is called helā, a sign of disrespect towards the lover, born of amorous feelings (śṛṅgāra bhāva-yukta). The heroic victor refuses to leave Her. Svāminī’s face shows a smile and a cry, and the sweetness of Her laughter shines through Her weeping. She does not close Her eyes altogether.
How can She stay there without catching at least a glimpse of such a beautiful Śyāma?

Śyāma insists: “Give Me My prize! Give Me My prize!”

Svāminī does not want to give the prize so easily. She is full of opposition, hesitance, disrespect and disregard, showing hundreds of different moods on Her face.

The sakhīs are standing all around and the transcendental youthful Cupid is saying: “Give it! Give it!”

Her mouth says: “Don’t touch Me!”, but Her heart says: “Won’t You touch Me?”

How wonderful is Her sweetness as She turns Her face away from Śyāma and shows Him Her glistening cheek. Śyāma becomes enchanted by the beauty of Rādhikā’s cheek and sees His own reflection in it.

Saying: “The reflection found its place there, won’t the original get a place?”, Śyāma kisses Her cheek.

“Oh, what did You do?”

Svāminī sweetly says with Her glances. Śyāma is enchanted by the sweetness of Rādhikā’s eyes and kisses them, saying ‘what reward shall I give?’ and making Her blackish eyeliner stick on His reddish lips.

Svāminī says: “Your lips have now become more beautiful!” and turns Her face the other way. When Kṛṣṇa sees Rādhikā’s wonderful smile on Her glistening golden right cheek, He kisses that cheek also and thus makes a black mark of eyeliner on that side.

When Tulasī sees that she remembers that the golden moon is also marked with blackish spots and therefore she calls Rādhā ‘Śaśimukhī’, or moonfaced girl, in the text.

In this way there are so many hundreds of new sweet water sports.

After this Śrī Rādhikā teams up with all of Her girlfriends and they start to splash Nāgara-maṇi with combined forces, making Kṛṣṇa finally lower His moon-like face and say:

“No more! No more! I accept defeat!”

When Rādhikā hears these nectarean words, She stops splashing Him and smiles in a sweet enchanting and astonishing way. Now the sakhīs pick freshly blooming unwhithered lotus flowers and place them in Śrī Rādhā’s hands.
Śrī Rādhikā lifts Her arm and shows Kṛṣṇa Her beautiful armpit while She aims at His chest and throws the lotus flowers.
Śyāma is enchanted by Her beauty, catches all the lotus flowers that innocent Rādhikā ecstatically throws at Him and throws them back at Her.

These lotus flowers increase tremendously in beauty by being thrown about by Śrī-Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa’s lotuslike hands!

Blackbees fly around these fragrant lotus flowers in an intoxicated state, humming like the arrows of Cupid, which resemble Rādhā and Kṛṣṇa’s loving mutual glances, and birds are sweetly singing while Tulasī gazes at Śrī Rādhikā’s water sports with the Lord of Her Heart and Her girlfriends in Her beautiful pond!

– From the tikas of Srila Ananta das Babaji and Srila Ananda Gopal Goswami to Sri Sri Vilapa Kusumanjali