XXXI.
Rādhā: I know not the taste of love, nor the colour of desire;
How may I have ado, my dear, with yonder swain,
That I should love him as you ask?
A young thing I, afraid of shame.
What can I tell you, dearest maiden?
I may not dare to have ado with him,
He is a herdsman lover, new-enflamed,
With all five arrows Love awakens his desire.
No sooner seeing me, but he will clip me tight:
Who then will save me, when my life is dying?
Vidyāpati says: Your fears are vain,
Believe me, that his love is not of such a sort.