4.5

Like the moon that spills its nectar when bitten by eclipse,
Is her lofty face as from her eyes a stream of teardrops drips;
Anguished in your absence, Krishna,
Radha knows not what to do;
And fearing Love’s arrows, she imagines clinging
close to you.

Kneeling down, with musk she draws you: on a crocodile
you stand—
To portray you as the Love god, a mango flower is
an arrow in your hand;
Anguished in your absence, Krishna,
Radha knows not what to do;
And fearing Love’s arrows, she imagines clinging
close to you.

To bring you near from far away, she’s absorbed
in meditation—
Moaning, laughing, weeping, grieving, pained
with separation;
Anguished in your absence, Krishna,
Radha knows not what to do;
And fearing Love’s arrows, she imagines clinging
close to you.