Chapter LVIII

_Kavi:_ Drunken are the honey-bees in honey-season
With the honey of the honey-flowers:
In Honey-Brindāban resides
The Honey-Lord of honey-love.

Amid the companies of honey-maids
Is honey-honey-dalliance:
Honeyed are the blissful instruments of music,
Honeyed hands are beating honey-measures.

Honeyed is the dance's sway,
Honeyed are the movements of the dancers.
Honeyed are their happy songs,
_And honeyed are the words of Vidyāpati._

LIX.

_Kavi:_ The blissful night of Spring holds sway
Glad dalliance among, and passionate rāsa-dance;
And lovely Rādhā, jewel of maids, is filled with longing,--
Skilled in the dance. He bathes with her in bliss.

Merrily the company of maidens dancing,--
Golden bangles tinkling tunefully,--
Now will they sing an amorous air
The mode of Spring, more passionate than any other.

Rabāb, pināsh, and mahātik are sounding:
Murali sports, delighting Rādhā's heart.
_The merry poet Vidyāpati sings_
_What Rūpanārāyan his lord, well knows._

MĀNA