Chapter V

_Krishna:_ Fair-face, red brow-spot, there-behind the heavy
jet-black hair--
As if the sun and moon together rising left the night behind.

Ah damsel fair! with what and what devoted care,
Has Nature given to you the utmost beauty of the moon.

A grass green bodice binds your breasts, a glimpse is
only seen;
So jealously you cover them,--but never snow may hide
the hills!

Dark sūrm decks your curving restless eyes.
As if the bees would rest their weight upon some
wind-bent lotus.

_Hearken, young thing, says Vidyāpati; these charms,
you know them all,--_
_Witness be Rājā Shivasimha Rūpanārāyana
and Lakshmī Devī._

VI.

_Krishna:_ She left the shrine at cowdust-time, passing gliding
Like a flash of lightning mated with a fresh cloud.

Tender of age she was, a garland deftly woven:
A glimpse could not content my hope, but Love's fire
fiercer fanned.

Bright was her body, shining under wimple with the
shene of gold:
Long locks, small middle, sidelong-glancing eyes.

And softly smiling, pierced me with the arrows
of her eyes,--
_Lord of the Five Gaurs, live for ever, says Vidyāpati!_

VII.

_Krishna:_ Laughing, talking, milk-white girl.
Nectar-showering as autumn moon at full:

Jewel of beauty surpassing, passing before me,
Gainly of gait as olifant-king.

Small was her middle as any lion's, her frail frame breaking
With the burden of the honey-apples of her breasts.

Her lovely eyes shone white beside the sūrm that dyed them.
Bees, as it were, mistaking them for spotless water-lilies.

_Says Vidyapati: The Lord of lovers_
_Sorely tholes the sight of Radha's loveliness._