Chapter XX

_Dūtikā:_ Now youth advanced, childhood withdrew,
Her eyes have caught the dancing of her feet.
Twin eyes performed the task of messengers,
Her laughter hid, and shame was born.

Continually she sets her hand upon her robe.
Speaks every word with hanging head:
Her hips have gained their full-grown glory--
She leans on her companions when she walks.

Hearken, O Kana: I have drawn my own conclusions,
Hearken now, and make your own decision:
_The savour of this matter is well-known to Vidyāpati,--_
_Record I take of Rāja Shrvasimha and Lakshmī Devī._

RĀDHĀ PŪRBBARĀGA

XXI.

_Rādhā_: How shall I tell of Kānu's beauty, my dear?
Who shall describe that dream-shape?
His lovely form is a fresh cloud,
His yellow garment the lightning's flash.

So black, so black his waving hair!
The peacock-plume so near the moon's orb!
For fragrance of the screw-pine and the jasmine,
Madan casts away his flower-arrows in dismay.

_Vidyāpati asks: What more shall I say?_
_Nature has emptied Madan's treasury!_