Chapter CXXVIII

_Radha:_ When my dear and blissful lover comes to my garth,
I shall turn my back with a little smile:
Wildly my darling will grasp my wimple,--
And I shall draw back, for all he may do!

And when my belovéd asks me to play,
Then shall my smiling mouth refuse:
When he shall roughly clasp my breasts,
My hands shall restrain his hands, half-glances belying.

For my lover, the proper man is a bee,
Holding my cheeks will drink the honey of my lips,--
Then shall he ravish my every sense!
_Vidyāpati says: Your life is blest!_