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Gita Govinda 1.11.11

Gītagovinda 1.11.11

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1.11.11

akṣṇor nikṣipad añjanaṃ śravaṇayos tāpiñcha-gucchāvalīṃ mūrdhni śyāma-saroja-dāma kucayoḥ kastūrikā-patrakam |
dhūrtānām abhisāra-sambhrama-jūṣāṃ viṣvaṅ-nikuñje sakhi dhvāntaṃ nīla-nicola-cāru sudṛśāṃ praty-aṅgam aliṅgati ||

Hear'st him not, my Radha?
Lo, night bendeth o'er thee--
Darker than dark Tamâla-leaves--
To list thy marriage-song;
Dark as the touchstone that tries gold,
And see now--on before thee--
Those lines of tender light that creep
The clouded sky along:
O night! that trieth gold of love,
This love is proven perfect!
O lines that streak the touchstone sky,
Plash forth true shining gold!
O rose-leaf feet, go boldly!
O night!--that lovest lovers--
Thy softest robe of silence
About these bridals fold!

Edwin Arnold 1875, The Indian Song of Songs

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NOTE: {abhisāra-satvara-hṛdāṃ iti haridāsa-saṃskaraṇa-pāthaḥ.}

Hear'st him not, my Radha?
Lo, night bendeth o'er thee--
Darker than dark Tamâla-leaves--
To list thy marriage-song;
Dark as the touchstone that tries gold,
And see now--on before thee--
Those lines of tender light that creep
The clouded sky along:
O night! that trieth gold of love,
This love is proven perfect!
O lines that streak the touchstone sky,
Plash forth true shining gold!
O rose-leaf feet, go boldly!
O night!--that lovest lovers--
Thy softest robe of silence
About these bridals fold!

Edwin Arnold 1875, The Indian Song of Songs

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