Tender of age she was, a garland deftly woven:
A glimpse could not content my hope, but Love's fire fiercer fanned.
Bright was her body, shining under wimple with the shene of gold:
Long locks, small middle, sidelong-glancing eyes.
And softly smiling, pierced me with the arrows of her eyes,—
Lord of the Five Gaurs, live for ever, says Vidyāpati!
VII.
Krishna: Laughing, talking, milk-white girl.
Nectar-showering as autumn moon at full:
Jewel of beauty surpassing, passing before me,
Gainly of gait as olifant-king.
Small was her middle as any lion's, her frail frame breaking
With the burden of the honey-apples of her breasts.
Her lovely eyes shone white beside the sūrm that dyed them.
Bees, as it were, mistaking them for spotless water-lilies.
Says Vidyapati: The Lord of lovers
Sorely tholes the sight of Radha's loveliness.