Chapter XCI

_Kavi:_ Shyāma is drunk with Madan's drowsy wine,
With smiles he takes the moon-face on his lap--
Wanton glances, gentle laughter,
Leaning of limbs, amorous murmuring.

Amorous she, and passionate Kān,
Heart upon heart, face on face,
Both are drunken, both are archers:
_Such song of love shapes Vidyāpati._

XCII.

_Rādhā:_ If you would have my love, O Mādhava
Make Madan witness to this document:

'You will abandon dalliance 'neath the kadamb,
You will have no more regard to parents.
Even in dreams you will see only me,
And never drink but to my eyes,
Night and day will sing my praise,
And take no other maiden on your lap.'

When I shall have such covenant in hand,
Then I will speak of love with you!

_Hearken, brave Kān, to Vidyāpatis advice,--_
_Preserve your dignity even at cost of life!_

XCIII.

_Rādhā:_ Like to the tool that trims the jewels of her toes,
Gokula's darling grovelled on the ground:
Unceasing tears were flowing down his face,
How many ways my love besought me!

O evil day! for I was proud,--
And now my brazen heart declines to die!
Who would have thought black wrath could be so dangerous,
Or that a jewel could be changed to clay?

I have been luckless in my woman's lot:
My refuge is in death, I was too proud!
_Hearken, lady Rāi, says Vidyāpati:_
_I shall explain the reason of your weeping._

ĀKSHEPA ANUYOGA O VIRAHA