Krishna sings and dances in the kunja, and Radhika watches him — and all at once she begins to tremble, she is stunned, and tears roll from her eyes: so deeply is she drinking in Krishna's beauty. And Krishna? Another's beauty he can see — but can he know whether he himself is beautiful? One's own beauty is never seen. And now, catching that trembling, tear-washed face, he is convinced: "I had a shadow of a doubt — but see, I too am beautiful! Look how she answers to me". The Lord, before whose beauty all the worlds stand still, is like a little boy who has never seen a mirror and plays, astonished, with his own reflection: he did not know his own beauty until his beloved's gaze reflected it back. Two hearts sound in tune, like the string of a vina: touch one end, and both ends quiver. Who would have thought it: Radhika is the mirror in which Krishna himself first sees his own face.