6.1
I
N HER IVY bower, Radha had been so persistently
impassioned
that she was too weak to go to Krishna;
Seeing her in such a sorry state, Radha’s friend
went to him—
he too languishing in love—to tell him of her condition:
Song Twelve
IN HER SOLITUDE, she fancies that she sees you everywhere—
You sip the honey from her lips as though you’re really there;
Radha woefully awaits you, Lord Krishna,
in her hideaway. Refrain
Eagerly she rushed out to tryst with you,
But stumbled and fell after just a step or two;
Radha woefully awaits you, Lord Krishna,
in her hideaway.
Although she’s made a bracelet of lotus stem and leaf,
Only your artful lovemaking can redeem her from her grief;
Radha woefully awaits you, Lord Krishna,
in her hideaway.
6.5
Gazing at her ornaments, toying with what is true,
“I am Krishna,” she declares, pretending she is you;
Radha woefully awaits you, Lord Krishna,
in her hideaway.