C.
Rādhā: Hari has gone to Mathurā town.
And Gokula is void to-day,
My ribs are all shrunken with weeping,
The cows are roaming on the road to Mathurā.
Herdsmen and maidens no more wandering
Beside the Jamunā's banks,—
I shall cast my life away in the waves,
And I will be born again as Kānu!
Then shall Kānu be Rādhā,
To suffer the pangs of love.
Vidyāpati gives this advice:
No need for weeping now!