So she sang, and Jayadeva
Prays for all, and prays for ever.
That Great Hari may bestow
Utmost bliss of loving so
On us all;—that one who wore
The herdsman's form, and heretofore,
To save the shepherd's threatened flock,
Up from the earth reared the huge rock—
Bestow it with a gracious hand,
Albeit, amid the woodland band,
Clinging close in fond caresses
Krishna gave them ardent kisses,
Taking on his lips divine
Earthly stamp and woodland sign.
(Here ends that Sarga of the Gîta Govinda entitled
Snigdhamadhusudano).
SARGA THE FIFTH.
SAKANDKSHAPUNDARIKAKSHO.
THE LONGINGS OF KRISHNA.
"Say I am here! oh, if she pardons me,
Say where I am, and win her softly hither."
So Krishna to the maid; and willingly
She came again to Radha, and she sang:
(What follows is to the Music Deshivarâdî and the Mode Rupaka.)
Low whispers the wind from Malaya
Overladen with love;
On the hills all the grass is burned yellow;
And the trees in the grove
Droop with tendrils that mock by their clinging
The thoughts of the parted;
And there lies, sore-sighing for thee,
Thy love, altered-hearted.