But may he grant us peace at last and bliss
Who heard,—and smiled to hear,—delays like this,
Delays that dallied with a dream come true,
Fond wilful angers; for the maid laughed too
To see, as Radha ended, her hand take
His dark role for her veil, and[2] Krishna make
The word she spoke for parting kindliest sign
He should not go, but stay. O grace divine,
Be ours too! Jayadev, the Poet of love,
Prays it from Hari, lordliest above.
(Here ends that Sarga of the Gîta Govinda entitled
Khanditavarnane Vilakshalakshmipati.)
SARGA THE NINTH.
KALAHANTARITAVARNANE MUGDHAMUKUNDO.
THE END OF KRISHNA'S TRIAL.
Yet not quite did the doubts of Radha die,
Nor her sweet brows unbend; but she, the Maid—
Knowing her heart so tender, her soft arms
Aching to take him in, her rich mouth sad
For the comfort of his kiss, and these fears false—
Spake yet a little in fair words like these:
(What follows is to the Music Gurjjarî and the Mode Yati.)