CXXX.
Rādhā: I spent last night in bliss,
I saw my darling's moon-face:
Meseemed my life and youth bore fruit,
The ten directions were filled with joy.
I thought to-day that my home was made a home,
To-day my body became a body indeed:
Fate has been friendly to me to-day,
And all my doubts are dissolved.
Now let the koil call a hundred thousand times,
A hundred thousand moons may rise!
Now let the arrows-five become a hundred thousand,
And southern breezes sigh their softest!
Now for so long as he leaves me not
So long I deem my body is verily mine,
Vidyāpati says: Your bliss is not little,
Blessing upon your love renewed!
CXXXI.
Rādhā: How shall I tell of my boundless joy, my dear,—
Mādhav abiding day after day in my house?
Just so much as the wicked moon annoyed me before,
Even so much was the joy when I saw my darling's face.
Even if I might fold in my wimple the best of treasures,
I would not let go my beloved into a far-away land:
A shawl in the winter is my beloved, a gentle breeze in the summer,
My dear is a shelter from the storm, and a boat on the river.
Vidyāpati says: Lo, lovely lady,
The grief of the goodly endures not for ever.