That is a night of Sarat, in palace of the sky
Fairies lined lamps
In the hands of the moon
Giggled the lake of love.
Bloomed vanalakshmi,
Moon light in the world like flour spread
The light wind blew cool and slow!
From the cold waters of Yamuna.
That splendid night,
In Brindavan of New delights
Where beauty roams
On the shores of river Yamuna pure.
Under the canopy of sweet tender creepers
Who’s the maker of garland of lotuses
On the marble platform on the shore?
What thoughts in her eyes
spellbound with sweet nectar of love!
what desires in her face radiating nectar of love!
the supreme beauty of worlds three
In her doting hands a garland of love
Who is the artist handsome
It longs to adorn?
“The moon rose like a flame
The wind boy raged
The melodious flutist is yet to come
And breached promise he made.”
Sighs rose more and more
Sweat appeared on her tender cheeks
Face fell in her palm
Fell a tear on her cheek.
Meanwhile came a handsome black man
Moving here and there on the sands
Came from behind
Closed both of her eyes with his fingers.
Sweet smells of kasturi spread
Fragrance of tender tulsi rose
Touching those delicate fingers
The woman cried “Krishna, Krishna .”
“Having asked me to Brindavan
For boat shire on waves of Yamuna
Shining under rays of moon in lovely Sarat
Why are you sitting at home?
How much time passed
Since I came here
Since bowers bloomed, winds of love blown
In this moonlight that steals hearts
On this shore of river Yamuna
That rose and overflowed.
Darling! Do you ignore your love?
Kind man! Do you show such unkindness?
Mahatma! Do you show such scornfulness?
Lord of my heart! do you perturb me so much ?
Thus the lady in tears saw her lord
In a mood of temper fleeting.
Emperor of sarasa sangita sringara
Handsome man of worlds all
Royal Swan of lake of Radhika
Spoke with face cheerful.
“If you are angry over my delay
Woman
Lady! Can’t you hit me with chrysanthemum?
Lass! Can’t you bind me with thread around waist?
Radhika’s angry lips smiled
Laughed nature
Smiled Bindavan and Yamuna
Smiled the moon
Laughed as if their bellies cracked
Jasmines in Radha’s hair.
While tears fell down
Radha, the deer-eyed
Entranced and lifted her lover at her feet
Giving her hand
Reshuffled his fore hair curled
Reordered Tilak faded on his forehead
“Yes! Master of love insincere !
Asked like a hero for punishment apt?
Won’t your ever delicate body
Get crushed when hit by chrysanthemum?
Can I bear to see your face tired and down?
How can my hands punish you, my lord?
How pitiless am I? Krishna !
I made you bow before me intentionally
Crushed was garland fresh on your neck
Shone drops of sweat on your glassy cheeks
Annoyed peacock’s feather on your head.
Can I gain you
But for merit of my life past;
Radhika alone is fortunate enough today
To kiss your flowery feet and put them on my cheeks
won't I be overwhelmed
In my passion to see your beauty universal?
Can I gauge compassion
in your eyes, kamala lochana?
Can I fathom beauty in your face
living form of love?
Can I measure sweetness
In your words soft, Sulalita Kapola?
Can I grasp nectar
In your smile, my lord?
Can I guess intoxication
In your lips, lord of Radha?”
Saying thus Radhika spellbound
fell on friendly bosom of Krishna .
None can know the secret
“Who loved whom better
Between Radha and Krishna ”
They are lovely couple new forever.
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