Chapter VIII

_Krishna:_ I could not see her clearly:
Like a vine of lightning flashing from a wreath
of cloud,
She plunged an arrow in my heart.

Half the wimple had slipped, half was her face in smiles.
Half a wave in her eyes:
Half of her bosom I saw, half of the wimple filling,--
Love consumes me ever since.

Bright was her body withal, and golden cups her breasts.
Her bodice, Love transformed:
My wits were routed,-- meseems this snare
Was set by Kāmadev.

Pearl-teeth arow her lips did meet.
That murmured gentle words.
_Vidyāpati says: Grief haunts my heart:_
_I saw her indeed, but hope was not sated._