8.1
A
LTHOUGH UTTERLY devastated by Love’s arrows,
Radha had somehow managed to survive the night;
At dawn her lover bowed down to her, begging for
forgiveness.
But indignantly she scolded him:
YOUR BLEARY bloodshot eyes,
blinking, passion splotched,
Red from staying awake all night,
disclose that you’ve debauched.
O God! God! Krishna, go away, you with lotus eyes,
go, Krishna, and stop telling me your lies, yes, go, go
to be with her, the girl who so dispels your woe.
Refrain
Once your lips were rosy, Krishna,
now black as your skin they’re tainted
From kissing eyelids that had been
with mascara darkly painted.
O God! God! Krishna, go away, you with lotus eyes,
go, Krishna, and stop telling me your lies, yes, go, go
to be with her, the girl who so dispels your woe.