Chapter CXXV

_Dūtika:_ Mādhava and the babe new-led in love,--
You have forgotten her, forsaken to her fate,
She is become a garland offering.

She who so loves, I see her frame is fretted,
She stares upon your path
With fixed regard, she hears no word,
Her tears are falling fast.

Her country is forsaken of your flute,
Her body is wasted all away
Most like the narrow streak of gold
The goldsmith draws upon the touchstone.

Her hair is disarrayed, she no more tresses it--
So little might the fair thing has:
Wasted and worn and woeful I have seen her
Midst her gay companions.

Like chaff she flies and falls,
She needs her friend's embraces:
Cure of her sickness lies in other hands,
How may she live?

_On solemn oath Vidyāpati reveals_
_A yet more ferly thing:_
_Pondering ever on your ways_
_Is the root of her undoing._

CXXVI.

_Krishna:_ Can I forget, my dear and gentle lady,
How when I took her hands, and went my way to Mathurā,
She fell and fainted?

Nor with what trembling speech and gentle murmuring
The fair and gentle creature spake?
My body stiffened, I came away indeed,
But there was left my heart with her.

Now lacking her, the day and night are dimmed,
She is established in my heart:
Beside another love in regal state,
I live like any anchorite!

Surely I come in a day or twain,
Make her assured of this.
_Vidyāpati says: There lies his heart,--_
_They shall be joined in love._

PUNARMILNA O RASODGĀRA

CXXVII.

_Rādhā:_ When Hari comes to Gokula town,
In every house shall the trumpets flourish 'Victory'!
I shall give my necklace of pearls for festal knots,
And my heavy breasts as festal urns.

I shall offer my nipples as sprouts of the scented mango,
In Mādhava's service I shall achieve my heart's desires:
I will set before my beloved incense and light and gifts,
And do the anointing with tears of joy from my eyes!

_My outstretched hands shall embrace my dear._
_Vidyāpati says: This is loves ecstasy._