7.1
T
HE MOON THAT night was splendorous,
a shining sandal spot on the brow of a dark
supernal beauty;
Its glorious beams so radiantly illuminated the pathways
within the woods of Vrinda
That it was inopportune for loose ladies
to steal out to meet their lovers;
It seemed as if the dark brand on the moon’s face had been
placed there as a punishment for having
hindered lovers.
As that marked moon was rising,
and Krishna still had not arrived,
A bereft Radha cried out
these doleful lamentations:
KRISHNA DID NOT come to the woods, oh, oh,
didn’t come to our meeting,
And so, although my body is young, its youth is
fruitless and fleeting;
Fooled by friends’ false promises,
to whom can I turn now for refuge? Refrain
Dark is the forest, dark the night, and still
I’ve followed him here;
My heart is pierced by arrows of Love, and my lover
is nowhere near;
Fooled by friends’ false promises,
to whom can I turn now for refuge?