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Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam 5.8.21

క్ష్వేలికాయాం మాం మృషాసమాధినాఽఽమీలితదృశం ప్రేమసంరమ్భేణ చకితచకిత ఆగత్య పృషదపరుషవిషాణాగ్రేణ లుఠతి ॥ ౨౧ ॥
kṣvelikāyāṁ māṁ mṛṣā-samādhināmīlita-dṛśaṁ prema-saṁrambheṇa cakita-cakita āgatya pṛṣad-aparuṣa-viṣāṇāgreṇa luṭhati.
[kshvelikaayaam maam mrishaa-samaadhinaameelita-drisham prema-samrambhena chakita-chakita aagatya prishad-aparusha-vishaanaagrena luthati.]
kṣvelikāyām — while playing mām — unto me mṛṣā — feigning samādhinā — by a meditational trance āmīlita-dṛśam — with closed eyes prema-saṁrambheṇa — because of anger due to love cakita-cakitaḥ — with fear āgatya — coming pṛṣat — like drops of water aparuṣa — very soft viṣāṇa — of the horns agreṇa — by the point luṭhati — touches my body.
Blended reading (Sanskrit + English inline)
kṣvelikāyāṁ māṁ mṛṣā-samādhināmīlita-dṛśaṁ prema-saṁrambheṇa cakita-cakita āgatya pṛṣad-aparuṣa-viṣāṇāgreṇa luṭhati.
kṣvelikāyām
while playing
mām
unto me
mṛṣā
feigning
samādhinā
by a meditational trance
āmīlita-dṛśam
with closed eyes
prema-saṁrambheṇa
because of anger due to love
cakita-cakitaḥ
with fear
āgatya
coming
pṛṣat
like drops of water
aparuṣa
very soft
viṣāṇa
of the horns
agreṇa
by the point
luṭhati
touches my body.
Alas, the small deer, while playing with me and seeing me feigning meditation with closed eyes, would circumambulate me due to anger arising from love, and it would fearfully touch me with the points of its soft horns, which felt like drops of water.

Now King Bharata considers his meditation false. While engaged in meditation, he was actually thinking of his deer, and he would feel great pleasure when the animal pricked him with the points of its horns. Feigning meditation, the King would actually think of the animal, and this was but a sign of his downfall.

— A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupāda
Viśvanātha Cakravartī Ṭhākura Gauḍīya
Translation
When I would close my eyes and fake samādhi in jest, the deer would approach in great alarm and out of anger in love butt me with the tender tips of his horns which felt like water drops. Kṣvelikāyām means “while playing.” He will approach me with my eyes closed in false samādhi. “O fool! Though I nourish you, I will not give up my daily duties of remembering and chanting. I am giving you up. Go wherever you want!” Pretending to be angry I would then fake samādhi, out of desire to see what the deer would do. Out of anger in love, the deer would butt me with the tips of his tender horns which felt like drops of water (pṛṣat).
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