O be kind!”
[1] My proud one, do not indulge in scorn.
“ ‘He pleads, as it were, for forgiveness, the Divine reasoning with the soul and justifying his ways. And all is well, and joy leaps over the horizon like the sun that drives the dark with arrows of victory. For he comes.
“ ‘So then, Jayadeva writes of the high close, the mystic nuptials of the soul and her Bridegroom.’ ”
The old Pandit paused, his voice trembling, with the dark eyes of his Radha fixed upon him. Then read on:—
“ ‘Enter the House of Love, O Loveliest!
Enter the marriage bower, most Beautiful,
And take and give the joy that Krishna grants.’ ”
And again he paused, the words choking in his throat, and she laid a soft hand on his.