While roguish Krishna makes love to that girl,
tell me, my friend, why should I remain
So long alone here in this thicket,
feeling unloved, waiting in vain?
In the forest, on the banks of the Yamuna,
a triumphant Krishna now takes delight.
Let not the sins of this dark age stain me,
Jaya·deva, poet king adoring Krishna’s feet,
Whose love song, recounting Krishna’s virtues,
is a savory poetic treat.
In the forest, on the banks of the Yamuna,
a triumphant Krishna now takes delight.
7.30
“Why, my friend, should you, my go-between, suffer
because that heartless rake has not come to me?
Is it your fault that he has so many mistresses
and delights with them in love elsewhere?
Look! Burdened by the anguish of my longing,
my soul seems to break away from me!
Lured by my lover’s charms, it seems to go by itself
to be with the one I hold so dear.”
SHE WHO IS pleased in love, my friend,
by Krishna, Refrain
By him whose eyes are lotuses by breezes turned,
She’s not on a bed of blossoms burned.