{"id":543,"date":"2013-07-13T01:28:46","date_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:28:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/?p=543"},"modified":"2013-07-13T01:28:46","modified_gmt":"2013-07-13T01:28:46","slug":"42-songs-of-bidyapati-vol-08-translations-volume-08","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/01-works-of-sri-aurobindo\/01-sabcl\/08-translations-volume-08\/42-songs-of-bidyapati-vol-08-translations-volume-08","title":{"rendered":"-42_Songs of Bidyapati.htm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n
\n

 <\/td>\n

\n
\n

\n

<\/p>\n

SONGS OF BIDYAPATI<\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Songs of Bidyapati<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


\nC<\/b>hildhood and
\nyouth each other are nearing;<\/span><\/p>\n

Her two eyes
\ntheir office yield to the hearing. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her speech has
\nlearned sweet maiden craft <\/span><\/p>\n

And low not as of
\nold she laughed, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her laughter
\nmurmurs. A moon on earth <\/span><\/p>\n

Is dawning into
\nperfect birth. Mirror in hand she apparels her now <\/span><\/p>\n

And asks of her
\nsweet girl-comrades to show <\/span><\/p>\n

What love is and
\nwhat love does <\/span><\/p>\n

And all shamed
\ndelight that sweet love owes. <\/span><\/p>\n

And often she
\nsits by herself and sees <\/span><\/p>\n

Smiling with
\nbliss her breasts\u2019 increase, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her own
\nmilk-breasts that, plums at first, <\/span><\/p>\n

Now into golden
\noranges burst. <\/span><\/p>\n

Day by day Love\u2019s
\nvernal dreams <\/span><\/p>\n

Expand her lovely
\nblossoming limbs. <\/span><\/p>\n

Madhav I saw a marvellous flower <\/span><\/p>\n

Of girls;
\nchildhood and youth one power, <\/span><\/p>\n

One presence
\ngrown in one body fair. <\/span><\/p>\n

Foolish maiden,
\nnot thus declare <\/span><\/p>\n

The oneness of
\nthese contraries. <\/span><\/p>\n

Rather the two
\nwere yoked, say the wise<\/span>.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 219<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n


\nII<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Day by day her
\nmilk-breasts drew splendour.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wider her hips
\ngrew, her middle more slender.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love has enlarged
\nher childlike gaze.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yea, all grace of
\nchildhood and childhood\u2019s ways<\/span><\/p>\n

Fall from their
\nthrones and take sweet flight.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her breasts
\nbefore were plums of light,<\/span><\/p>\n

Golden oranges
\nnext and then<\/span><\/p>\n

As bodiless Love
\nmade bloom with pain<\/span><\/p>\n

Of increase her
\nbody day by day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pomegranate
\nseed-cities were they.<\/span><\/p>\n

Their fair
\nmaturities now begin,<\/span><\/p>\n

Now are they
\nfruits-of-opulence twin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Madhav, I sought
\nthy lovely lady,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bathing I found
\nher in woodland shady.<\/span><\/p>\n

Coiled on her
\nheart but not to drape<\/span><\/p>\n

Her thin dress
\nclung to her lovely shape.<\/span><\/p>\n

Blest were his
\neyes who had seen her thus<\/span><\/p>\n

And his whole
\nlife made felicitous.<\/span><\/p>\n

Over her bosom
\nher great hair floods<\/span><\/p>\n

With curls divine
\ntwo golden gods.<\/span><\/p>\n

True love must
\nhis be, 0 youth, who would play,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her darling and
\njoy, with this beautiful may.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 220<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

III<\/span><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Now and again
\na sidelong look <\/span><\/p>\n

Along her
\nlashes its shy curve took. <\/span><\/p>\n

Now and again
\nher thin white dress <\/span><\/p>\n

O\u2019erlies like
\ndust all her loveliness. <\/span><\/p>\n

Now she
\nlaughs divine and clear <\/span><\/p>\n

And her
\npearly teeth like stars appear, <\/span><\/p>\n

And now to
\nhide in her robe make shift. <\/span><\/p>\n

For a little
\nher startled feet run swift <\/span><\/p>\n

But soon that
\nbounding gait subsides <\/span><\/p>\n

And she in
\nmaiden gravity glides. <\/span><\/p>\n

Love\u2019s
\nscholar she and newly set <\/span><\/p>\n

To his first
\nlesson and alphabet. <\/span><\/p>\n

Where her
\nbosom\u2019s buds are hardly seen <\/span><\/p>\n

Now she draws
\nfast her robe to screen, <\/span><\/p>\n

Now careless
\nleaves. In her limbs divine <\/span><\/p>\n

Child and
\nwoman meet and twine. <\/span><\/p>\n

Nor mark I
\nyet whether older she <\/span><\/p>\n

Of girlhood
\nor younger of infancy. <\/span><\/p>\n

Beautiful
\nKrishna, youth in her <\/span><\/p>\n

Its childhood
\nbegins, these signs declare. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 221<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

IV<\/font><\/span><\/b> <\/span><\/p>\n

Childhood and
\nyouth, maiden, are met<\/span><\/p>\n

And strife twixt
\ntheir armed powers is set.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now her ordered
\nlocks she dresses,<\/span><\/p>\n

Now scattering
\nloosens a storm of tresses.1<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes she
\ncovers her body fair,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes the
\ngolden limbs are bare<\/span><\/p>\n

In childhood\u2019s
\nnaked innocence..<\/span><\/p>\n

And childhood\u2019s
\nsteadfast eyes with a sense<\/span><\/p>\n

Of girlhood a
\nlittle waver now<\/span><\/p>\n

And her bosom is
\nstained where the flowers grow.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her light
\nuncertain feet now tell<\/span><\/p>\n

The uncertain
\nheart and variable.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is awake but
\nhis eyes are shut.<\/span><\/p>\n

0 Krishna, flower
\nof lovers, put<\/span><\/p>\n

In thy heart
\npatience, for surely she<\/span><\/p>\n

Shall be brought
\nat last and given to thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

1<\/span><\/sup> falls
\na cascade.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 222<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

               
\n<\/font><\/span>V<\/span><\/p>\n

Playing she plays
\nnot, so newly shy, <\/span><\/p>\n

She may not brook
\nthe passing eye. <\/span><\/p>\n

Looking she looks
\nnot lest surmise <\/span><\/p>\n

Laugh from her
\nown girl-comrades\u2019 eyes. <\/span><\/p>\n

Hearken, 0
\nhearken, Madhav, to me. <\/span><\/p>\n

Just is the case
\nI bring to thee. <\/span><\/p>\n

Radha today these
\neyes beheld;<\/span><\/p>\n

A maid she is
\nunparalleled. <\/span><\/p>\n

0 her face and
\nits lovely lights! <\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

0 looks that
\nravish, 0 charm that invites! <\/span><\/p>\n

Flower of ruby
\nwith lotus grows <\/span><\/p>\n

In her vermeil
\nlips that exceed the rose;<\/span><\/p>\n

And with honey
\nhave snared her large twin eyes <\/span><\/p>\n

Two shapes of
\nbees that may not rise;<\/span><\/p>\n

And her brow\u2019s
\narch is as tho\u2019 left slack <\/span><\/p>\n

Love\u2019s own bow in
\nhue were black. <\/span><\/p>\n

Saith the envoy
\ngirl whose words I teach<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe bloom other
\nlimbs surpasseth speech.\u201d<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 223<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

    
\nVI<\/b><\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

In elder\u2019s eyes\u2019
\nshe brooks not stay,<\/span><\/p>\n

Half-clad no more
\nher body but alway <\/span><\/p>\n

She covers her
\nbeauty1<\/sup> most maidenly. <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet with young
\ngirls when stayeth2<\/sup> she <\/span><\/p>\n

Knowing her
\nripened child and budding may <\/span><\/p>\n

They plague her
\nwith sweet mockery. <\/span><\/p>\n

Madhav, for thee
\nI wooed the sight <\/span><\/p>\n

Of this fair
\nflower; whom some delight <\/span><\/p>\n

Child to call,
\nbut most agree <\/span><\/p>\n

That woman\u2019s
\nmorning bloom has she. <\/span><\/p>\n

When of Love\u2019s
\nrites she hears and lovers\u2019 play <\/span><\/p>\n

She turns her
\ndowncast eyes another way.<\/span><\/p>\n

0 but her ears
\ndrink greedily. <\/span><\/p>\n

Should with more
\nwords one tease her shame, <\/span><\/p>\n

With tears and
\nangry smiles she utters blame. <\/span><\/p>\n

Who is wise in
\nlove alone knoweth <\/span><\/p>\n

The way of a
\ngirl, the poet sayeth.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

1<\/span><\/sup>
\nlimbs\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>2<\/sup> bideth<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 224<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

  
\n VII<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

A little and a
\nlittle now <\/span><\/p>\n

See the bright
\nbud half open blow. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her swift and
\nwilful feet grown wise <\/span><\/p>\n

Yield their
\nrudderless gait to the eyes. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ever her hand to
\nher bosom\u2019s dress <\/span><\/p>\n

Clings to control
\nits waywardness. <\/span><\/p>\n

Afraid to utter
\nher shy hushed thought<\/span><\/p>\n

Her comrade-girls
\nshe questions not.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Madhav. how shall faltering word<\/span><\/p>\n

Her sweet and
\ntwilight age record? <\/span><\/p>\n

Love, even Love,
\nbeholding her <\/span><\/p>\n

In his own bonds
\nher captive were. <\/span><\/p>\n

Nay but the lord
\nof all desire <\/span><\/p>\n

Her heart\u2019s
\nprecincts raising higher <\/span><\/p>\n

Has set for
\npassion\u2019s sacred duty <\/span><\/p>\n

Altars of
\nsurpassing beauty. <\/span><\/p>\n

Love\u2019s speech her
\nlistening heart doth stop <\/span><\/p>\n

As the hunter\u2019s
\nsong the antelope. <\/span><\/p>\n

Two powers
\ndispute this beauteous prize. <\/span><\/p>\n

Nought one deems
\ngained while aught there is<\/span><\/p>\n

To gain, nor the
\nother failure owns <\/span><\/p>\n

While yet he
\nholds to his golden thrones. <\/span><\/p>\n

Still with sweet
\nviolence she clings <\/span><\/p>\n

To her loved
\nchildhood\u2019s parting wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 225<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

       
\n<\/span>VIII<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Childhood is fled
\nand youth in its seat;<\/span><\/p>\n

Not light as of
\nold her wandering feet, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet are Love\u2019s
\nglorious envoys two <\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing her eyes
\nher errands do. <\/span><\/p>\n

In secret dawns
\neach lovely smile <\/span><\/p>\n

And laughter low
\nwith maiden guile. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her hand each
\nmoment plucks her dress <\/span><\/p>\n

Its fluttering
\ntreasons to repress. <\/span><\/p>\n

And all the low
\nspeech of her lips <\/span><\/p>\n

From a modest
\nhead and drooping slips. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her heavy hips
\nhave now replaced <\/span><\/p>\n

The old lost
\npride of her rounded waist.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Thus I decide her
\ndoubtful state <\/span><\/p>\n

Conclusion sweet
\nof sweet debate. <\/span><\/p>\n

Thine is this
\nfair decision\u2019s fruit <\/span><\/p>\n

Judgment to give
\nand execute. <\/span><\/p>\n

I, Bidyapati,
\nlove\u2019s lights bring <\/span><\/p>\n

To lady Lachhima
\nand the King. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 226<\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/div>\n
\n

IX<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

Ah how shall I
\nher lovely body express?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Fair things how many Nature in her
\nblended, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Mine own eyes saw ere my lips praise.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Her twin fair
\nfeet were lordly leaves of summer,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Her gait vied with the forest\u2019s best. <\/span><\/p>\n

Upon two golden
\ntrees a lion slender,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Thereover the hills of heaven were placed.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

And on the hills
\ntwo lotuses were budding<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>That stemless kept their gracious hours. <\/span><\/p>\n

In shape of
\npearl-drops strung heaven\u2019s stream descended,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Therefore not withered those sweet
\nflowers.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Her teeth
\npomegranate-seeds on lips of ruby,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The sun and moon on either side, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her hair eclipse,
\nbut coming never nearer<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Hid not at all their golden pride.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The cuckoo\u2019s
\nspeech, the antelope\u2019s eyes has Radha,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And Love has in her glances thrones \u2014 <\/span><\/p>\n

Upon two lotuses
\ntwo bees that hover <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And sip their honey: these she owns<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The spring\u2019s five
\nchildren. 0 delicious maiden,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Not the wide worlds her second know, <\/span><\/p>\n

To Shiva Singha
\nRupnaraian my music<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And lady Lachhima doth show.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 227<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

X<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

Ah, who has built
\nthis girl of nectarous face? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Ah, who this matchless, beauteous dove? <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>An omen and a bounteous boon of Love,<\/span><\/p>\n

A garland of
\ntriumphant grace!<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

0 glorious
\ncountenance and 0 shaded deep <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Delicious eyes for purple extolled, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>You dark-winged flutterers in that lily of
\ngold<\/span><\/p>\n

The splendour of
\nthe snake who keep!<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Thy tendrilled
\ndown\u2019s a snake, to drink cool winds <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>That from thy harbouring navel stirred, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>But by the fancied bill of emperor bird<\/span><\/p>\n

Cowed to thy
\nbreast\u2019s hill-cavern winds.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The strong
\nfive-missiled Love with arrows three <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The three worlds conquered; two remained <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Which to thine eyes some cruel Fate did
\nlend<\/span><\/p>\n

To slay poor
\nlovers\u2019 hearts with thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

A well of love is
\nhe who knoweth, 0 girl, <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Her beauty I the poet sing <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>To Shiva <\/u>Singha Rupnaraian the King<\/span><\/p>\n

And Lachhima,<\/u>
\nhis bosom\u2019s pearl. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 228<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\n        <\/span>
\n
\n        <\/span>
\n<\/font><\/span>XI<\/span><\/p>\n

How
\nshall I tell of Caanou\u2019s beauty bright?<\/span><\/p>\n

Men will believe it a vision of the night.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As lightning was his saffron garment blown<\/span><\/p>\n

Over the
\nbeautiful cloud-limbs half shown.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

His coal-black
\ncurls assumed with regal grace<\/span><\/p>\n

A peacock\u2019s plume
\nabove that moonlike face.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

And such a
\nfragrance fierce the mad wind wafts<\/span><\/p>\n

Love wakes and
\ntrembles for his flowery shafts.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yea, what shall
\nwords do, friend? Love\u2019s whole estate<\/span><\/p>\n

Exhausted was
\nthat wonder to create.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 229<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

\n

\n\tXII<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tCaanou top see I had desire;<\/span><\/p>\n

Caanou seen, my
\n\tlife grew fire.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thenceforth deep
\n\tdown, ah, foolish I,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a great sea
\n\tof love I lie.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hardly I know, a
\n\tgirl and weak,<\/span><\/p>\n

What these words
\n\tmean my heart would speak.<\/span><\/p>\n

Only my tears
\n\tfor ever rain,<\/span><\/p>\n

Only my soul
\n\tburns in its pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

O wherefore,
\n\tfriend, did mine eyes see,<\/span><\/p>\n

Friend of my
\n\tbosom, thoughtlessly?<\/span><\/p>\n

When a little
\n\tmirth was all I planned,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have given my
\n\tlife into another\u2019s hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I know not what
\n\tthis lovely thief<\/span><\/p>\n

Did to me in
\n\tthat moment brief.<\/span><\/p>\n

Surely such
\n\tcraft none yet possessed!<\/span><\/p>\n

He robbed my
\n\theart out of its nest<\/span><\/p>\n

Only with
\n\tseeing, and gone is he<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking my poor
\n\theart out fart from me<\/span><\/p>\n

And ah! His eyes
\n\tdid then express<\/span><\/p>\n

The more I
\n\tlabour to forget<\/span><\/p>\n

My very soul
\n\tremembers it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mourn not, sweet
\n\tgirl, for thy heart\u2019s sake;<\/span><\/p>\n

Who took thy
\n\theart, thyself at last shall take. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 230<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n

\n\t    XIII<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sweet and
\n\tstrange as \u2018twere a dream, <\/span><\/p>\n

I have seen a
\n\tvision gleam. <\/span><\/p>\n

Lotus flowers
\n\twere his feet, <\/span><\/p>\n

Bearing moons a
\n\tcarcanet. <\/span><\/p>\n

Rounded thighs
\n\tand ankles smooth <\/span><\/p>\n

Towered of the
\n\tglories of youth, <\/span><\/p>\n

And continual
\n\tlightnings drape, <\/span><\/p>\n

So I dreamed,
\n\tthat faultless shape. <\/span><\/p>\n

Dark Calindie,<\/u>
\n\tby thy stream <\/span><\/p>\n

Slowly went he
\n\tin my dream. <\/span><\/p>\n

And I dreamed of
\n\tboughs that shone <\/span><\/p>\n

With a row of
\n\tmoons thereon, <\/span><\/p>\n

Fingers fair
\n\tlike young leaves born <\/span><\/p>\n

With a rosy
\n\tlight of morn. <\/span><\/p>\n

Flower-of-coral
\n\tbloom his lips, <\/span><\/p>\n

Over which
\n\tLove\u2019s parrot peeps, <\/span><\/p>\n

And his eyes
\n\tlike wild birds wake <\/span><\/p>\n

And each curl\u2019s
\n\ta little snake <\/span><\/p>\n

Stung me. Twice
\n\tI looked and then <\/span><\/p>\n

With a sweet and
\n\tsudden pain<\/span><\/p>\n

Maddened. Ah,
\n\twhat power is this<\/span><\/p>\n

For a look can
\n\tslay with bliss? <\/span><\/p>\n

Even so leaps, 0
\n\tmy dove, <\/span><\/p>\n

Into the heart
\n\tmade for him. Love. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 231<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

XIV<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n

0 friend, my
\n\tfriend, has pain a farther bound <\/span><\/p>\n

Which sounds can
\n\tutter, for which words are found?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Fiercely the
\n\tflute\u2019s breath through me ran and thrilled, <\/span><\/p>\n

My body with
\n\tsweet dreadful sound was filled.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

By violence that
\n\tbrooks not of control <\/span><\/p>\n

The cruel music
\n\tenters all my soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Then every limb
\n\tenamoured swoons with shame <\/span><\/p>\n

And every
\n\tthought is wrapped in utter flame.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Yea, all my
\n\tlabouring body mightily <\/span><\/p>\n

Was filled and
\n\tpanted with sweet agony.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

I dared not lift
\n\tmy eyes. My elders spoke <\/span><\/p>\n

Around me when
\n\tthat wave of passion broke,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

And such a
\n\tlanguor through my being crept, <\/span><\/p>\n

My very robe no
\n\tmore its office kept.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

With slow feet
\n\ton their careful steps intent <\/span><\/p>\n

Panting into the
\n\tinner house I went.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Even yet I
\n\ttremble from the peril past, <\/span><\/p>\n

So fierce a
\n\tcharm the flute upon me cast. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 232<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

XV<\/b>      <\/span><\/p>\n

As the
\n\tswan sails, so moved she<\/span><\/p>\n

      Then when
\n\ther face was lost to me. <\/span><\/p>\n

As she went, 0
\n\tshe turned, she looked, she smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Ah arrows
\n\tmade of Love\u2019s own flower,<\/span><\/p>\n

      0 sweet
\n\tmagician! faery power! <\/span><\/p>\n

No mortal maid
\n\tbut an enchanteress wild.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

      Her arms,
\n\tthose sweet twin lovelinesses, <\/span><\/p>\n

      Clasped,
\n\tbent in languorous self-caresses,<\/span><\/p>\n

Enhaloed had the
\n\tlustres of her face.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Her
\n\tfingers slim for Champaks taking, <\/span><\/p>\n

      Love to
\n\tdelicious worship waking,<\/span><\/p>\n

A moon of autumn
\n\twith such flowers did bless.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

      Her
\n\tcareless breasts (0 happy lover!) <\/span><\/p>\n

      Their rich
\n\tdefences but half discover<\/span><\/p>\n

Because of haste
\n\twhen the light robe was worn. <\/span><\/p>\n

      As tho\u2019 by
\n\twinds that overpower <\/span><\/p>\n

      Clouds in
\n\tthe season of storm and shower,<\/span><\/p>\n

The hills of
\n\theaven thro\u2019 a dim veil made morn.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

      Vision
\n\tdelightful! shall again <\/span><\/p>\n

      I ease
\n\twith you my life\u2019s deep pain!<\/span><\/p>\n

Ah! shall again
\n\tdivision\u2019s boundaries break? <\/span><\/p>\n

      The henna
\n\tthat her feet enrosed <\/span><\/p>\n

      Was fire
\n\twherein my heart enclosed<\/span><\/p>\n

Did burn and all
\n\tmy limbs to burn did make.<\/span><\/p>\n

\t
\n\t
\n <\/span><\/p>\n

      0 lovely
\n\tmaiden, hear the speech <\/span><\/p>\n

      These
\n\tnumbers murmur each to each.<\/span><\/p>\n

My soul since
\n\tthen no ease, no quiet knows. <\/span><\/p>\n

      Ah! shall
\n\tI ever, fortune, meet her, <\/span><\/p>\n

      The woman
\n\tthan all women sweeter,<\/span><\/p>\n

The jewel of all
\n\tbeauties that earth owes?<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 233<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

           
\n\tXVI<\/font><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

The maned steeds
\n\tin the mountain glen1<\/sup> for fear<\/span><\/p>\n

      Of these
\n\tthy locks, 0 maiden, hide. <\/span><\/p>\n

The moon at thy
\n\tface from the high heaven doth peer,<\/span><\/p>\n

      And thy
\n\tvoice alarms the cuckoo\u2019s pride. <\/span><\/p>\n

Thy gait hath
\n\tdriven the swan to the forest-mere,<\/span><\/p>\n

      And the
\n\twild deer flee thy large eyes\u2019 light. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ah beautiful
\n\tgirl! why mute then to my love? <\/span><\/p>\n

Lo! fear of thee
\n\tall these to flight doth move, \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

      Whom dost
\n\tthou fear then, maiden bright?<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

The lotus-buds
\n\tin the water closed reside<\/span><\/p>\n

      Thy paps
\n\tbeing lovelier and the flame <\/span><\/p>\n

Absorbs the
\n\tpitcher and in air abide<\/span><\/p>\n

     The
\n\tpomegranate and quince at thy breasts\u2019 sweet name.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yea, Shiv doth
\n\tswallow poison and in ooze <\/span><\/p>\n

      The golden
\n\tlotus-stalk, lo! shuns<\/span><\/p>\n


\n\t                  Thine arm and the new leaves shake these hands to see,
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

But ah! my weary
\n\tlips refuse<\/span><\/p>\n

     
\n\tO\u2019erstrained with honey-sweet comparisons <\/span><\/p>\n


\n\t                  All images to tell Love taught to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

1<\/span><\/sup>
\n\tglens <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 234<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

\n\t    XVII<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Why fell her
\n\tface upon my sight, <\/span><\/p>\n

That is a
\n\tlovelier moon in light, <\/span><\/p>\n

Since but for
\n\tone poor moment she <\/span><\/p>\n

With her sweet
\n\teyes emparadised me? <\/span><\/p>\n

Surely it was to
\n\tslay my soul <\/span><\/p>\n

That under her
\n\tlong lashes stole <\/span><\/p>\n

The cruel grace
\n\tof that transient look. <\/span><\/p>\n

Desire laid
\n\thands upon her breasts <\/span><\/p>\n

And there my
\n\tpoor heart clinging rests:<\/span><\/p>\n

Love new-born
\n\tits office took. <\/span><\/p>\n

My ears yet wait
\n\tupon her words;<\/span><\/p>\n

Her murmurs
\n\tdwell like caged birds. <\/span><\/p>\n

I strive to
\n\tpart; my feet refuse. <\/span><\/p>\n

The net of sweet
\n\tdesires is loose, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet thence my
\n\tbody will not move, <\/span><\/p>\n

This is the very
\n\tsea of love.1<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00b9Faint with the sudden hands of love. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 235<\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n
\n

 <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n\n\n
\n

 <\/td>\n

\n
\n

XVIII<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In her beautiful
\nface did use<\/span><\/p>\n

A star of the red
\nceruse,<\/span><\/p>\n

As tho\u2019 the moon
\nwith the sun to aid<\/span><\/p>\n

Were arisen and
\ndarkness hung afraid<\/span><\/p>\n

Behind in her
\nburden of great, dark hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

0 woman of
\nmoonlight rarer than nature\u2019s,<\/span><\/p>\n

0 delicate body,
\nwonderful features,<\/span><\/p>\n

Whence did Fate
\nbuild you with effort made fair ?<\/span><\/p>\n

The buds of her
\nflowerlike breasts between<\/span><\/p>\n

Her robe\u2019s white
\nfolds were a little seen.<\/span><\/p>\n

The snows may
\ncover the high bright hill,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hidden it is not,
\nstrive as you will.<\/span><\/p>\n

From her darkened
\neyes, her shy look roving<\/span><\/p>\n

On lids
\nlove-troubled tenderly burned,<\/span><\/p>\n

Like the purple
\nlilies winds were moving<\/span><\/p>\n

By the weight of
\na bee overturned.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hearken, 0 girl,
\nto Bidyapati<\/span><\/p>\n

And the lyre made
\nsweet in the year\u2019s sweet end, <\/span><\/p>\n

To Lachhima, lady
\nof Mithila city, <\/span><\/p>\n

And Shiva Singha
\nthe King, his friend. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 236<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

XIX<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

A shining grace
\nthe damsel\u2019s face to her laughter and speech doth lend,<\/span><\/p>\n

As tho\u2019 the sweet
\nfull moon of autumn heaven\u2019s nectar rained.<\/span><\/p>\n

A jewel of women
\nwith beauty more than human,<\/span><\/p>\n

I saw her gait of
\nlion state ungraced nought nor common.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her middle than
\nthe lion\u2019s slender is,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her body soft as
\nlotuses;<\/span><\/p>\n

It seemed a
\nbranch with weight breaking of her breasts pomegranate.
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

Yea and her
\nlovely eyes being with blackness dressed
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

Were unstained
\nlotuses enamoured bees invest.
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

The lover
\nbeautiful seeing sweet Radha\u2019s grace
\n\t\t<\/span><\/p>\n

Breaketh his
\nlonging heart with passionate distress. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\tPage\u2013 237<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span>\n\t\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

XX<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

I saw not to the
\nheart\u2019s desire. <\/span><\/p>\n

Beautiful friend!
\nthat sight was fire <\/span><\/p>\n

Of lightning and
\nlike lightning went:<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart with the
\nbright bolt was rent. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her dim white
\nrobe like the hoar-frost thin <\/span><\/p>\n

Half from the
\nshoulder had fallen in. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her beautiful
\nmouth half-smiled and half <\/span><\/p>\n

A glance from
\nunder her lids did laugh. <\/span><\/p>\n

Half-naked shone
\nher breasts\u2019 sweet globes <\/span><\/p>\n

And half lay
\nshadowy in her robes. <\/span><\/p>\n

0 then this
\nbitter love and new! <\/span><\/p>\n

Her body was of
\nhoney hue, <\/span><\/p>\n

Her breasts,
\nthose cups of wondrous gold, <\/span><\/p>\n

Love like a
\nbodice did enfold. <\/span><\/p>\n

The bodiless Love
\nwith subtle plan <\/span><\/p>\n

To seize and hold
\nthe heart of man <\/span><\/p>\n

With flowery
\ncords his beauteous net <\/span><\/p>\n

In the guise of a
\ngirl\u2019s breasts had set. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her teeth, a row
\nof pearls, did meet <\/span><\/p>\n

Her moving lips
\nand sweet, 0 sweet <\/span><\/p>\n

As liquid honey
\nher delicate speech. <\/span><\/p>\n

Within me burned
\na pain like fire;<\/span><\/p>\n

My eyes dwelt
\nwith her, yet could not reach <\/span><\/p>\n

Gazing, the
\nbottom of desire. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 238<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

 <\/span>        XXI<\/span><\/p>\n

The moonwhite
\nmaiden from her bath<\/span><\/p>\n

Passing I saw on
\na woodland path.<\/span><\/p>\n

Moonwhite beauty
\nfrom all sweet things<\/span><\/p>\n

Had stolen beauty
\nfit for kings.<\/span><\/p>\n

The tresses that
\nher small hands wrung<\/span><\/p>\n

A rain of
\nglittering water flung<\/span><\/p>\n

As carcanets of
\nloveliest pearl<\/span><\/p>\n

Did from a fan
\nimperial whirl.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her wet curls
\nwearing wondrous grace<\/span><\/p>\n

Like bees
\nbesieged her lotus face<\/span><\/p>\n

For all that honey
\nwild with lust.<\/span><\/p>\n

The water from
\nher sweet eyes thrust<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet left them
\nreddened, as in the ooze<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Petals of lotus
\nwith ceruse.<\/span><\/p>\n

Heavy with water
\nher thin robe<\/span><\/p>\n

Defined each
\nbright and milky globe;<\/span><\/p>\n

Like golden
\napples gleamed her breasts<\/span><\/p>\n

On which the
\nhappy hoar-frost rests.<\/span><\/p>\n

So the robe clung
\nas if it said<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSoon will she
\nleave me and love be dead,<\/span><\/p>\n

Nor ever once
\nshall I attain<\/span><\/p>\n

Such exquisite
\ndelight again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

So the robe
\nthought, as well appears,<\/span><\/p>\n

And therefore
\nsorrowed, showering tears. <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 239<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

\n

\n\t    XXII<\/b><\/span> \n\t<\/p>\n

Beauty stood
\n\tbathing in the river<\/span><\/p>\n

When I beheld
\n\ther \u2014 Love\u2019s whole quiver .<\/span><\/p>\n

Pierced my heart
\n\twith fivefold fire.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her curls flung
\n\tback from the face of my desire<\/span><\/p>\n

Rained great
\n\ttears as tho\u2019 the night<\/span><\/p>\n

Stood by and
\n\twept in fear of the moon\u2019s light.<\/span><\/p>\n

To every limb
\n\ther wet robe kissed and clung.<\/span><\/p>\n

Had even the
\n\tsage been there<\/span><\/p>\n

His heart had
\n\tburned, even his grown young<\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing through
\n\ther dress her marvellous limbs made bare.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her fair twin
\n\tbreasts were river-birds<\/span><\/p>\n

Whose language
\n\tis three amorous words.<\/span><\/p>\n

It seemed that
\n\tpitying heaven had to one shore<\/span><\/p>\n

Brought the
\n\tsweet lovers thence to part no more.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet she I deem
\n\tin such alarm<\/span><\/p>\n

Held them fast
\n\tbound within one golden arm,<\/span><\/p>\n

As if some noise
\n\tshould startle the sweet pair<\/span><\/p>\n

And they take
\n\tflight from her.<\/span><\/p>\n

0 amorous boy,
\n\tbe not afraid \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

For youth like
\n\tthee heaven gave this wondrous maid. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 240<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

 
\n\t   
\n\t<\/span><\/font><\/span>
\n\tXXII<\/span><\/p>\n

0 happy day that
\n\tto mine eyes betrayed<\/span><\/p>\n

Bathing the
\n\tbeautiful maid!<\/span><\/p>\n

A cloud of
\n\tbeauty was her hair<\/span><\/p>\n

Dripping with
\n\tjewels marvellous rare.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her lifted hands
\n\tdid harshly press<\/span><\/p>\n

The lingering
\n\twater from her face,<\/span><\/p>\n

As tho\u2019 a golden
\n\tmirror were made clean;<\/span><\/p>\n

Therewith her
\n\trobe fell to her lovely feet <\/span><\/p>\n

And naked
\n\tbreasts revealed their beauties twin<\/span><\/p>\n

Like golden cups
\n\tthat seemed reversely set;<\/span><\/p>\n

The lapse her
\n\trobe\u2019s one bond undid<\/span><\/p>\n

And naked made
\n\twhat yet lay hid.<\/span><\/p>\n

0 Mithil
\n\tlyre!<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

This is the
\n\tapex. of desire.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 241<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

 <\/span>XXIV<\/span><\/p>\n

Beautiful Rai,
\n\tthe flower-like maid <\/span><\/p>\n

Risen from the
\n\triver where she played, <\/span><\/p>\n

Saw under
\n\tdowncast lids and shy <\/span><\/p>\n

The lovely boy,
\n\tdark Krishna named. <\/span><\/p>\n

A high-born
\n\tchild with face afraid <\/span><\/p>\n

Before her
\n\telders and eyes ashamed <\/span><\/p>\n

She might not
\n\tgaze as she went by. <\/span><\/p>\n

0 subtle is that
\n\tbeautiful girl! <\/span><\/p>\n

She left the
\n\tgracious troop behind;<\/span><\/p>\n

With half-turned
\n\tface and half-declined <\/span><\/p>\n

From far in
\n\tfront fell sweet her call. <\/span><\/p>\n

She broke her
\n\tcarcanet of pearl <\/span><\/p>\n

And let the
\n\tprecious seedlings fall. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c0 friends, my
\n\tbroken carcanet.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Each girl her
\n\tlovely hand did set <\/span><\/p>\n

Stooping to find
\n\tthe scattered grain. <\/span><\/p>\n

Meanwhile the
\n\tdamsel\u2019s eyes full fain, <\/span><\/p>\n

Like birds that
\n\ton white moonbeams feed, <\/span><\/p>\n

Of Krishna\u2019s
\n\tshape took amorous heed. <\/span><\/p>\n

Divine the
\n\tnectar that she drained, <\/span><\/p>\n

0 Krishna, from
\n\tthy cheeks of light. <\/span><\/p>\n

Yea, each of
\n\teach had honied sight. <\/span><\/p>\n

Thus gazing girl
\n\tand boy extend <\/span><\/p>\n

Love\u2019s
\n\tboundaries seen by none but me <\/span><\/p>\n

The poet, sweet
\n\tBidyapati. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 242<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

\n\t
\n\tXXV<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tShe looked on me a little, then<\/span><\/p>\n

A little smile
\n\ther lips o\u2019erran<\/span><\/p>\n

As though a
\n\tmoonbeam making bright<\/span><\/p>\n

The darkness of
\n\tthe blessed night;<\/span><\/p>\n

And from her
\n\teyes a lustrous glance <\/span><\/p>\n

Fell shy and
\n\ttenderly askance, <\/span><\/p>\n

As though blue
\n\theaven\u2019s infinities <\/span><\/p>\n

Were grown a
\n\tsudden swarm of bees. <\/span><\/p>\n

I know not whose
\n\tshe is, being fair:<\/span><\/p>\n

I know she hath
\n\tmy soul with her. <\/span><\/p>\n

With a sweet
\n\tfear as to deny <\/span><\/p>\n

Her virgin soul
\n\tto the honey-fly <\/span><\/p>\n

That in the
\n\tlotus\u2019 womb did play, <\/span><\/p>\n

With startled
\n\tfeet and hurried look, <\/span><\/p>\n

The beauteous
\n\tdamsel went her way. <\/span><\/p>\n

The sweet and
\n\thasty motion shook <\/span><\/p>\n

The robe from
\n\ther warm breasts of gold <\/span><\/p>\n

Like
\n\tlotus-flowers the heart to hold. <\/span><\/p>\n

Half-hid, yet
\n\tnaked half, they seemed <\/span><\/p>\n

To speak aloud
\n\tthe bliss they dreamed. <\/span><\/p>\n

0 sweet, 0 young
\n\tdesire! the dart <\/span><\/p>\n

Of secret love
\n\tomits1<\/sup> no heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00b9 leaves out<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 243<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

 <\/span>XXVI<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Upon a thorn
\n\twhen the flowers bloom, <\/span><\/p>\n

Poor bee athirst
\n\tfor the rich perfume, <\/span><\/p>\n

Cruel thy
\n\tthirst, yet thou mayst not drink. <\/span><\/p>\n

Upon the
\n\tjasmine\u2019s honied brink <\/span><\/p>\n

Lo! the bee
\n\thovers and will have <\/span><\/p>\n

Heart\u2019s pleasure
\n\tnor cares his life to save. <\/span><\/p>\n

O Radha,<\/u>
\n\tflower of honey, have pity <\/span><\/p>\n

And grant thy
\n\tlover\u2019s sweet entreaty, <\/span><\/p>\n

Pilgrim of honey
\n\tthy lover \u2014 no more <\/span><\/p>\n

In virgin shame1<\/sup>
\n\tthy nectarous store <\/span><\/p>\n

Deny. Alas! in
\n\tthy rich bloom<\/span><\/p>\n

The thirsty bee
\n\tfinds never a room. <\/span><\/p>\n

O jasmine, save
\n\tthy honey breast<\/span><\/p>\n

He hath forsworn
\n\tall other rest.<\/span><\/p>\n

On thee the sin,
\n\tbeautiful Rai<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the poor
\n\tbee\u2019s death shall surely lie. <\/span><\/p>\n

O from thy lips
\n\tthe dear boon give <\/span><\/p>\n

Of heaven\u2019s
\n\thoney and he will live.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

1<\/span><\/sup>
\n\tmaiden pride <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 244<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

 <\/span>XXVII<\/span><\/p>\n

Wherever her
\n\ttwin fair feet found room <\/span><\/p>\n

There the
\n\tflowers of the water bloom;<\/span><\/p>\n

Wherever her
\n\tgolden body shone, <\/span><\/p>\n

There have the
\n\twaves of lightning gone. <\/span><\/p>\n

Wonderful
\n\tbeauty, golden-sweet, <\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

How in my heart
\n\thast thou set thy feet!<\/span><\/p>\n

Wherever her
\n\teyes have opened bright, <\/span><\/p>\n

The bloom of the
\n\tlotus burns its light;<\/span><\/p>\n

Wherever her
\n\tmusical laugh has flown <\/span><\/p>\n

Need of the
\n\tnectar is not known;<\/span><\/p>\n

Wherever her shy
\n\tcurved glances rove, <\/span><\/p>\n

There are ten
\n\tthousand arrows of love;<\/span><\/p>\n

Eyes, for a
\n\tlittle your orbs did see!<\/span><\/p>\n

In the three
\n\tworlds now there is. none but she.<\/span><\/p>\n

0 shall I see
\n\ther ever again<\/span><\/p>\n

To heal1<\/sup>
\n\tmy heart of its piteous pain ?<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon, 0 lover,
\n\tsoon will she rest<\/span><\/p>\n

Drawn by thy
\n\tpassion on thy breast.2<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

\u00b9 ease<\/span>       
\n\t\u00b2<\/span> O! on my bosom once to hold Her boundless beauty
\n\tand manifold.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 245<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

 <\/span>XXVIII<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

I have seen a
\n\tgirl no words can measure,<\/span><\/p>\n

      On golden
\n\ttendrils proudly borne a face, <\/span><\/p>\n

A spotless moon,
\n\ta snowy treasure. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes two
\n\tlotuses with unguent shaded,<\/span><\/p>\n

      Were
\n\tplay-grounds of sweet loving thought, <\/span><\/p>\n

Or fluttering,
\n\tcaptive birds in a net embedded<\/span><\/p>\n

      Of that
\n\tdark unguent solely wrought. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her heavy hills
\n\tof milk a necklace richer<\/span><\/p>\n

      Of
\n\telephant pearls did touch and gleam \u2014 <\/span><\/p>\n

Love sprinkling
\n\tfrom her throat, that brimful pitcher,<\/span><\/p>\n

      On golden
\n\timages heaven\u2019s stream. <\/span><\/p>\n

Fortunate were
\n\the who by Prayaga\u2019s waters<\/span><\/p>\n

      Long
\n\tsacrificing might avail<\/span><\/p>\n

At last to win
\n\ther Lover of Gocul\u2019s daughters! <\/span><\/p>\n

      Darling of
\n\tGocul! true thy tale. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 246<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

 
\n\t    <\/font><\/span>
\n\tXXIX   <\/span>\n\t<\/p>\n

    When the
\n\thour of twilight its period kept <\/span><\/p>\n

    The damsel
\n\tout from her dwelling stepped, <\/span><\/p>\n

Like flashes in
\n\ta new born cloud that battling crept,<\/span><\/p>\n

         Golden.
\n\tA beauty dire.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

     A high-born
\n\tmaiden, a little child, <\/span><\/p>\n

     Woven of
\n\tflowers and fragrance she smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

How with a
\n\tlittle sight should hope be reconciled<\/span><\/p>\n

      <\/font><\/span>
\n\t    Love but increased fire.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

      Her small
\n\tsweet body of pale gold made<\/span><\/p>\n

      That
\n\tshining gold thro\u2019 her robe displayed,<\/span><\/p>\n

The forest lion
\n\tyields to her slender middle; swayed                              <\/span>\n\t<\/p>\n

          <\/font><\/span>
\n\tGlances much love must earn.
\n\t<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

      A soft
\n\tsmile burned in her lips and she <\/span><\/p>\n

      <\/font><\/span>
\n\tWith a smile and a look did
\n\tmurder me.<\/span><\/p>\n

 Lord of the
\n\tfive Bengals, may longer life with thee<\/span><\/p>\n

           <\/font><\/span>
\n\tStarlike eternal burn.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 247<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n

 <\/span>XXX<\/span><\/p>\n

O life is sweet
\n\tbut youth more bright.<\/span><\/p>\n

O life, it is
\n\tyouth and youth is delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

And what is
\n\tyouth if it be not this,<\/span><\/p>\n

Love, true love,
\n\tand lover\u2019s long kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love that the
\n\tnoble heart conceives<\/span><\/p>\n

Will leave thee
\n\tnever till life leaves<\/span><\/p>\n

Every day the
\n\tmoons increase,<\/span><\/p>\n

Every day lover
\n\tgreater is.<\/span><\/p>\n

Of all
\n\tgirl-lovers thou art crown,<\/span><\/p>\n

Caanou of youth
\n\tthe sole renown.<\/span><\/p>\n

When hardest
\n\tholiest deeds accrue,<\/span><\/p>\n

Meet in this
\n\tworld lovers true.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stolen love, how
\n\tsweet it is!<\/span><\/p>\n

Two brief words
\n\tits only keys;<\/span><\/p>\n

Murmur but these
\n\tand thou shalt hold<\/span><\/p>\n

Secret delights
\n\ta thousand-fold.<\/span><\/p>\n

So true a lover
\n\tall wide earth<\/span><\/p>\n

To another such
\n\tgave never birth,<\/span><\/p>\n

And Braja\u2019s
\n\thearts with love are wild<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the noble
\n\tgracious child.<\/span><\/p>\n

Haste to thy
\n\tking, sweet, pay him duty<\/span><\/p>\n

Of thy loving
\n\theart and beauty.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 248<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n

 <\/span>XXXI<\/span><\/p>\n

Lotus bosom,
\n\tlotus feet,<\/span><\/p>\n

Justify, I
\n\tcharge thee, sweet!<\/span><\/p>\n

Knowing the true
\n\tlove thou hast won<\/span><\/p>\n

Will thou not
\n\tlove back, lovely one?<\/span><\/p>\n

Love in true
\n\thearts gold surpasses.<\/span><\/p>\n

To the fire
\n\tgolden masses<\/span><\/p>\n

Double price and
\n\tbeauty owe.<\/span><\/p>\n

Loves by trial
\n\tgreater grow.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love, my sweet,
\n\t\u2018s a wondrous thing<\/span><\/p>\n

Imperishable in
\n\tsuffering.<\/span><\/p>\n

Break it, but it
\n\twill not break.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love, like
\n\tfibres of the lake,<\/span><\/p>\n

Thrives on
\n\ttorture; beaten, grows;<\/span><\/p>\n

Bleeding,
\n\tthrills to sweeter rose.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not from every
\n\telephant<\/span><\/p>\n

Pearl-drops ooze
\n\tiridescent,<\/span><\/p>\n

Not from all
\n\tlips accents fall<\/span><\/p>\n

Melodious as the
\n\tcuckoo\u2019s call.<\/span><\/p>\n

Every season is
\n\tnot spring,<\/span><\/p>\n

Every man love\u2019s
\n\tperfect king, <\/span><\/p>\n

Not all women
\n\tthe world through<\/span><\/p>\n

Always lovely,
\n\talways true.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is love,
\n\talways true.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is love, as
\n\tsweet as rare;<\/span><\/p>\n

Wilt thou spurn
\n\tit, vainly fair?<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 249<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n
\n

 <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n\n\n
\n

 <\/td>\n

\n
\n

<\/p>\n

SONGS OF
\nBIDYAPATI<\/font><\/span> <\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

XXXII<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When the young
\nwarm Love her heart doth fill<\/span><\/p>\n

Where is the let
\nstays woman\u2019s will?<\/span><\/p>\n

Alone to set
\nforth lightly she dares,<\/span><\/p>\n

Path or pathless
\nnot Radha who cares.<\/span><\/p>\n

She has left her
\npearled carcanet<\/span><\/p>\n

Her breast\u2019s high
\ntowers that hampered.<\/span><\/p>\n

The bracelets
\nfair on her wrists that shone<\/span><\/p>\n

All by the path
\nhas the young girl thrown.<\/span><\/p>\n

Anklets gemmed on
\nher feet did glow<\/span><\/p>\n

She has thrown
\nthem far the lighter to go.<\/span><\/p>\n

The gloom is
\nthick and heavy the night,<\/span><\/p>\n

But Love to her
\neyes makes darkness light.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her every step
\nnew perils doth prove,<\/span><\/p>\n

She has pierced
\nthro\u2019 all with the sword of Love.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her passionate
\nheart the poet knows.<\/span><\/p>\n

Another like her
\nnot the wide world shows.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 250<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n

    
\nXXXIII<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c Tis night and
\nvery timid my little love. <\/span><\/p>\n

How long ere I
\nsee her hither swanlike move!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Dread serpents fill with fear the way;<\/span><\/p>\n

What perils those
\nsoft beloved feet waylay.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Providence, I lay her at thy feet;<\/span><\/p>\n

Scatheless keep
\nshe the tryst, my own, my sweet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The sky is thick and mired the earth, <\/span><\/p>\n

Perils wide
\nstrewn: ah me, what fears have birth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Thick darkness are the quarters ten. <\/span><\/p>\n

The feet stumble,
\nnought clear the eyes may gain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>She comes! with timid backward glances <\/span><\/p>\n

Every creature\u2019s
\nheart now she entrances!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>A girl she is of human grace, <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet wears all
\nheaven stolen in her face.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>For high-born women to be o\u2019erborne <\/span><\/p>\n

By love endure;
\nall other check they scorn.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 251<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

XXXIV<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Hide now thy
\nface, 0 darling white,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hide it well with
\nthy robe\u2019s delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

For the King has
\nheard that one the moon<\/span><\/p>\n

Has stolen and
\nhis sentinels soon<\/span><\/p>\n

At each house
\nstationed and each again,<\/span><\/p>\n

Damsel beloved,
\nwill thee detain.<\/span><\/p>\n

Laugh not thy
\nlightning, 0 nectarous face!<\/span><\/p>\n

Low and few from
\ntheir sweet home press<\/span><\/p>\n

The accents of
\nthose lyric lips.1<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

Thy teeth make
\nstarlight, through eclipse,2<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

And on the brow
\nof the high-born girl<\/span><\/p>\n

A vermeil drop
\nand a shimmering pearl.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hearken, good
\ncounsel, beautiful maid;<\/span><\/p>\n

Even in a dream
\nbe not afraid, <\/span><\/p>\n

Spots hath the
\nmoon, no beauty clear. <\/span><\/p>\n

Stained is she,
\nthou stainless, dear.<\/span><\/p>\n

  <\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

1<\/span><\/sup>
\nvoice\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>2<\/sup> maiden choice,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 252<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\nXXXV<\/span><\/p>\n

Still in the
\nhighways wake nor dream<\/span><\/p>\n

The citizens and with beam on beam<\/span><\/p>\n

Moonlight clings
\nto the universe.<\/span><\/p>\n

New is her love,
\nnot to coerce<\/span><\/p>\n

Nor lull, and yet
\nwith tremors she<\/span><\/p>\n

The luminous
\nwakeful night doth see.<\/span><\/p>\n

What shifts will
\nlove on maids impose!<\/span><\/p>\n

In a boy\u2019s dress
\nto the tryst she goes.<\/span><\/p>\n

She has loosened
\nshowering her ordered hair<\/span><\/p>\n

New-fastened in a
\ncrest to wear;<\/span><\/p>\n

The cloth of her
\nbody she doth treasure<\/span><\/p>\n

About her in
\nanother measure<\/span><\/p>\n

And since her
\nbounteous breasts disdain<\/span><\/p>\n

Her robe\u2019s
\ncoercion,1<\/sup> she has ta\u2019en<\/span><\/p>\n

Over her heart an
\ninstrument.<\/span><\/p>\n

In such guise to
\nthe grove she went<\/span><\/p>\n

And in such guise
\nmet in the grove:<\/span><\/p>\n

Her when he saw,
\nthe flower of love <\/span><\/p>\n

Knew not tho\u2019
\nseen his darling bright, \u2014<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

He doubted in his
\nheart\u2019s despite. <\/span><\/p>\n

Only when those
\ndear limbs he touches <\/span><\/p>\n

Her sweet
\nidentity he vouches. <\/span><\/p>\n

What then befell?
\nSweet Love the rather <\/span><\/p>\n

How many mirthful
\nthings did father!<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00b9 light
\ngovernment,<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 253<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

 <\/span>XXXVI<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

The best of the
\nyear has come, the Spring, <\/span><\/p>\n

Of the six
\nseasons one season King;<\/span><\/p>\n

And now with all
\nhis tribes the bee <\/span><\/p>\n

Runs to the
\ncreeper spring-honey. <\/span><\/p>\n

The sun\u2019s rays
\ncome of boyish age, <\/span><\/p>\n

The
\nday-describing sun, his page, <\/span><\/p>\n

A sceptre of gold
\nthe saffron-bloom <\/span><\/p>\n

And the young
\nleaves a crowning-room. <\/span><\/p>\n

Gold-flowers of
\nChompuk o\u2019er him stand, <\/span><\/p>\n

The umbrellaed
\nsymbol of command ;<\/span><\/p>\n

The cary-buds a
\ncrown do set <\/span><\/p>\n

And before him
\nsings a court-poet <\/span><\/p>\n

The Indian cuckoo
\nto whom is given <\/span><\/p>\n

The sweetest note
\nof all the seven. <\/span><\/p>\n

Peacocks dance
\nand for instrument <\/span><\/p>\n

Murmur of bees,
\nwhile sacrament <\/span><\/p>\n

Of blessing and
\nall priestly words <\/span><\/p>\n

Brahmins recite,
\nthe twice-born birds. <\/span><\/p>\n

Pollen, the flying
\ndust of flowers, <\/span><\/p>\n

His canopy above
\nhim towers.<\/span><\/p>\n

His favourite the
\nsouthern breeze,<\/span><\/p>\n

Jasmine of youth
\nand Tuscan-trees<\/span><\/p>\n

His battle-flag.
\nThe season of dew, <\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing sweet
\nblossoms-of-bliss renew, <\/span><\/p>\n

Seven-leaf and
\nboughs that fragrance loves <\/span><\/p>\n

And Kingshook and
\nthe climbing cloves, <\/span><\/p>\n

Seven things of
\nbloom together, flees <\/span><\/p>\n

Nor waits the
\nperfumed shock of these. <\/span><\/p>\n

Spring\u2019s army too
\nthe chill-estate <\/span><\/p>\n

Of the dew-season
\nannihilate \u2014 <\/span><\/p>\n

Invading
\nhoney-bees \u2014 and make <\/span><\/p>\n

Secure the lilies
\nof the lake.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 254<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\nAnd these being
\nsaved yield them a home <\/span><\/p>\n

In their own
\nsoft, new-petalled bloom. <\/span><\/p>\n

In Brindaban anew
\nis mirth For the restored bloom of earth. <\/span><\/p>\n

These are the
\nseason\u2019s sweet and these <\/span><\/p>\n

The essence of
\nthe spring\u2019s increase.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 255<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\nXXXVII<\/span><\/p>\n

A new Brindaban I
\nsee <\/span><\/p>\n

And renewed each
\nbarren tree;<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>New flowers are blooming, <\/span><\/p>\n

And another
\nSpring is; new <\/span><\/p>\n

Southern breezes
\nchase the dew<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>With new bees roaming. <\/span><\/p>\n

And the sweet Boy
\nof Gokul strays <\/span><\/p>\n

In new and
\nfreshly blossoming ways.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The groves upon Kalindi\u2019s shore<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>With his tender beauty bloom <\/span><\/p>\n

While
\nfresh-disturbed heart brims o\u2019er<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>By the new-born love o\u2019ercome.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

And the new,
\nsweet cary-buds <\/span><\/p>\n

Are wild with
\nhoney in the woods;<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>New birds are singing;\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the young
\ngirls wild with love <\/span><\/p>\n

Run delighted to
\nthe grove<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>New hearts bringing. <\/span><\/p>\n

For young the
\nheir of Gocul is <\/span><\/p>\n

And young his
\npassionate mistresses.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Meetings new and fresh love-rites <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And lights of ever-fresh
\ndesire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Sports ever-new and new delights <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Set Bidyapati\u2019s heart on fire.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 256<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\nXXXVIII<\/span><\/p>\n

Season of honey
\nwhen sweets combine,<\/span><\/p>\n

Honey-bees line
\nupon line,<\/span><\/p>\n

From sweet
\nblossoms honeyed feet<\/span><\/p>\n

Honied blossoms
\nand honey sweet.<\/span><\/p>\n

0 sweet is
\nBrindaban today<\/span><\/p>\n

And sweeter than
\nthese our Lord of May;<\/span><\/p>\n

His maiden-train
\nthe sweets of earth, <\/span><\/p>\n

Honey-girls with
\nlaughter and mirth,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sports of love
\nand dear delight, <\/span><\/p>\n

When instruments
\nhoney-sweet unite <\/span><\/p>\n

Their sounds
\nsoul-moving, and sweet, 0 sweet <\/span><\/p>\n

The smitten hands
\nand the pacing feet. <\/span><\/p>\n

Sweet the swaying
\ndancer whirls, <\/span><\/p>\n

Honied the
\nmovement of dancing girls, <\/span><\/p>\n

And sweet as
\nhoney the love-song rings. <\/span><\/p>\n

Sweet Bidyapati
\nhoney sings.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013257<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\nXXXIX<\/span><\/p>\n

Hark how round
\nyou the instruments sound! <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>With the sweet love wild <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Of Gokul\u2019s child <\/span><\/p>\n

She danceth
\nmistress of the fair arts sixty-four.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And her hands rhyme keeping time <\/span><\/p>\n

Her smitten hands
\nthat still the fall restore.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

And the tabors
\nkeep melody deep <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And the heavy thrum <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Of the measured drum<\/span><\/p>\n

And anklets\u2019
\nrunning cry their own slim music loving. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The waist bells sprinkle their silver
\ntinkle <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And bracelets gold that gems do hold;<\/span><\/p>\n

Loud is the
\ninstruments\u2019 din to madness moving.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

And harps begin
\nand the violin<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And the five vessels<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Where melody swells <\/span><\/p>\n

Thro\u2019 all the
\ngamut move and various moods express.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And over and under the twydrums thunder, <\/span><\/p>\n

With whose noise
\nthe vessels five mix and embrace.<\/span>
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

From loosened
\ntresses that toil undresses <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>And floating whirls <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>On the shoulders of girls <\/span><\/p>\n

The jasmine
\ngarlands\u2019 buds sprinkle the vernal night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Ah revels of Spring! with powerless wing <\/span><\/p>\n

These verses grieve,
\nnot reaching your delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 258<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n


\n        
\nXL<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

In the spring
\nmoonlight the Lord of love <\/span><\/p>\n

Thro\u2019 the amorous
\nrevel\u2019s maze doth move;<\/span><\/p>\n

The crown of Love
\nlove\u2019s raptures proves;<\/span><\/p>\n

For Radha his
\namorous darling moves,<\/span><\/p>\n

Radha, the ruby
\nof ravishing girls<\/span><\/p>\n

With him bathed
\nin love\u2019s moonlight whirls.<\/span><\/p>\n

And all the merry
\nmaidens with rapture<\/span><\/p>\n

Dancing together
\nthe light winds capture.<\/span><\/p>\n

And the bracelets
\nspeak with a ravishing cry.<\/span><\/p>\n

And the murmur of
\nwaist-bells rises high \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

Meanwhile
\nrapture-waking string<\/span><\/p>\n

Ripest of strains
\nthe sonata of Spring<\/span><\/p>\n

That lover and
\nlord of love-languid notes<\/span><\/p>\n

With tired
\ndelight in throbbing throats.<\/span><\/p>\n

And rumours of
\nviolin and bow<\/span><\/p>\n

And the mighty
\nQueen\u2019s-harp mingle and flow;<\/span><\/p>\n

And Radha\u2019s
\nravisher makes sweet measure <\/span><\/p>\n

With the flute,
\nthat musical voice of pleasure. <\/span><\/p>\n

Bidyapati\u2019s
\ngenius richly wove <\/span><\/p>\n

For King
\nRoupnaraian this rhythm of love.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\nPage\u2013 259<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n
\n

<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n

\n\t
\n\tXLI<\/span><\/p>\n

Angry beauty, be
\n\tnot loth! <\/span><\/p>\n

I will swear a
\n\tholy oath. <\/span><\/p>\n

On thy garland\u2019s
\n\tserpent fold, <\/span><\/p>\n

On thy sacred
\n\tbreasts of gold <\/span><\/p>\n

Here I lay my
\n\tyearning hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

If I leave thee,
\n\tif I touch<\/span><\/p>\n

Other lady of
\n\tdelight,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let this snake
\n\tmy bosom bite.<\/span><\/p>\n

If thou deem my
\n\terror such,<\/span><\/p>\n

Be thy malice on
\n\tme spent<\/span><\/p>\n

In many an
\n\tamorous punishment.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bind my body
\n\twith thine arms,<\/span><\/p>\n

Scourge my limbs
\n\twith pretty harms,<\/span><\/p>\n

Press my panting
\n\theart with weight<\/span><\/p>\n

Of thy sweet
\n\tbreasts passionate,<\/span><\/p>\n

In thy labouring
\n\tbosom deep<\/span><\/p>\n

Night and day
\n\tthy prisoner keep.<\/span><\/p>\n

Punishments like
\n\tthese demand<\/span><\/p>\n

Love\u2019s sweet
\n\tsins from love\u2019s sweet hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tP<\/span>age\u2013
\n\t260<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

 <\/span>VII<\/span> \n\t<\/p>\n

\n\t      alternate
\n\t<\/span>version<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A little and a
\n\tlittle now<\/span><\/p>\n

See the sweet
\n\tbud half-open blow!<\/span><\/p>\n

The light and
\n\twilful feet grow wise\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n

And yield their
\n\trudderless gait to the eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Each moment see
\n\ther hand repress<\/span><\/p>\n

Upon her bosom
\n\ther fluttering dress1<\/sup><\/span><\/p>\n

Nor questions
\n\tshe her comrades now<\/span><\/p>\n

Too shy to her
\n\tsecret thought to show.<\/span><\/p>\n

Madhav, how
\n\tshall faltering word<\/span><\/p>\n

Her sweet and
\n\ttwilight age record.<\/span><\/p>\n

The very Love
\n\thad he beheld<\/span><\/p>\n

Within her
\n\tlovely chains were held.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ah yet the god
\n\tof yearning eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

Just where her
\n\theart\u2019s high2<\/sup> waves arise<\/span><\/p>\n

Made for himself
\n\ta sacred ground<\/span><\/p>\n

Where two
\n\tunrivalled towers are found.<\/span><\/p>\n

Love\u2019s speech
\n\ther listening heart doth stop<\/span><\/p>\n

As the hunter\u2019s
\n\tsong the antelope.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two powers
\n\tdispute this beauteous prize,<\/span><\/p>\n

Nought one deems
\n\tgained while aught there lies<\/span><\/p>\n

To gain, nor the
\n\tother failure owns<\/span><\/p>\n

While yet he
\n\tholds his golden thrones.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still with sweet
\n\tviolence she clings<\/span><\/p>\n

To her loved
\n\tchildhood\u2019s parting wings.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/sup><\/p>\n

1<\/span><\/sup>
\n\tThe wilful flutterings of her dress       \u2018wild <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 261<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

\n\tVIII<\/span> \n\t<\/p>\n

\n\talternate
\n\t<\/span>version<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Childhood is
\n\tflown, youth arrived. <\/span><\/p>\n

The swift, light
\n\tspirit in her feet that lived <\/span><\/p>\n

Has fled to its
\n\tnew home in her eyes. <\/span><\/p>\n

Yet are Love\u2019s
\n\tglorious envoys two <\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing her eyes
\n\ther errands do. <\/span><\/p>\n

Now every other
\n\tmoment flies <\/span><\/p>\n

Her hand to
\n\tseize her raiment\u2019s border <\/span><\/p>\n

And to rebuke
\n\tits sweet disorder. <\/span><\/p>\n

She clothed now
\n\tin bashfulness <\/span><\/p>\n

Her lovely
\n\tlaughter must suppress. <\/span><\/p>\n

All her musical
\n\twords she speaks <\/span><\/p>\n

With bent head
\n\tand shamed cheeks. <\/span><\/p>\n

Her heavy hips
\n\tusurped the pride <\/span><\/p>\n

Have, was once
\n\tto her waist allied. <\/span><\/p>\n

And she her
\n\tfaltering steps sustained <\/span><\/p>\n

Walks clinging
\n\tto some girl\u2019s light hand <\/span><\/p>\n

In her companion
\n\ttrain. Thus grown <\/span><\/p>\n

Ripe for thee is
\n\tRadha known. <\/span><\/p>\n

Hear, Madhav,
\n\tthis conclusion true <\/span><\/p>\n

And hearing,
\n\twhat Love wills that do. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 262<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

\n\t     XVIII<\/span> \n\t<\/p>\n

\n\talternate
\n\t<\/span>version<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Low on her
\n\tradiant forehead shone <\/span><\/p>\n

      A star of
\n\tthe bright vermilion. <\/span><\/p>\n

      0
\n\tmarvellous face! 0 shining maid! <\/span><\/p>\n

Moonlight and
\n\tsunlight drawn together <\/span><\/p>\n

Met in a heaven
\n\tof golden weather,<\/span><\/p>\n

      While the
\n\tmassed midnight hangs afraid <\/span><\/p>\n

      Behind in
\n\ther burden of great dark hair. <\/span><\/p>\n

0 woman of
\n\tmoonlight rarer than Nature\u2019s! <\/span><\/p>\n

0 delicate body!
\n\t0 wonderful features!<\/span><\/p>\n

      Whence did
\n\tFate build you with effort made fair? <\/span><\/p>\n

The buds of her
\n\tflower-like breasts between <\/span><\/p>\n

Her robe\u2019s white
\n\tfolds were a little seen. <\/span><\/p>\n

The snows may
\n\tcover the high bright hill \u2014 <\/span><\/p>\n

Hidden it is
\n\tnot, strive as you will.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

From her
\n\tdarkened eyes her shy look roving<\/span><\/p>\n

      On lids
\n\tlove-troubled tenderly burned <\/span><\/p>\n

Like the purple
\n\tlilies winds were moving             <\/span><\/p>\n

      By the
\n\tweight of a bee overturned. <\/span><\/p>\n

Hearken, 0 girl,
\n\tto Bidyapati<\/span><\/p>\n

      And the
\n\tlyre made sweet in the year\u2019s sweet end. <\/span><\/p>\n

To Lachhima.
\n\tlady of Mithila city,<\/span><\/p>\n

      And Shiva
\n\tSingha the King, his friend.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 263<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\t\t<\/p>\n
<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n

\n\tXXIII<\/span> \n\t<\/p>\n

\n\talternate <\/span>version<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

0 happy day that
\n\tto mine eyes betrayed <\/span><\/p>\n

Bathing the
\n\tbeautiful maid!   <\/span><\/p>\n

The water
\n\tdripped from her dark curls <\/span><\/p>\n

As if a cloud
\n\twas to rain pearls;<\/span><\/p>\n

And while her
\n\thands were busy making<\/span><\/p>\n

Her face a
\n\tgolden glow,<\/span><\/p>\n

Her robe
\n\ttherefore advantage taking<\/span><\/p>\n

Her golden cups
\n\tdid show.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her girdle knot
\n\tits bonds undid<\/span><\/p>\n

And naked made
\n\twhat there lay hid.<\/span><\/p>\n

0 Mithil lyre,<\/span><\/p>\n

This is the apex
\n\tof desire. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tPage\u2013 264<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n

\n

 <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  SONGS OF BIDYAPATI  Songs of Bidyapati   Childhood and youth each other are nearing; Her two eyes their office yield to the hearing. Her…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-543","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-08-translations-volume-08","wpcat-12-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/543","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=543"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/543\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=543"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=543"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=543"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}