Chapter XXVII

_Sakhī:_ Make your decision, Beauty:
Kāna is waxen wood for want of you,
Sometimes he laughs for little cause:
What would he say with passionate words?

Very sorry are his sighs,
He cries, _O Wel-a-way:_
His helpless body trembles,
None can hold him still.

_Saith Vidyāpati: Dear maiden,_
_Witness Rūpanārāyana._