Gita Govinda 2.p1

2.p1

Thus lingered Krishna in the deep, green wood,
And gave himself, too prodigal, to those;
But Radha, heart-sick at his falling-off,
Seeing her heavenly beauty slighted so,
Withdrew; and, in a bower of Paradise--
Where nectarous blossoms wove a shrine of shade,
Haunted by birds and bees of unknown skies--
She sate deep-sorrowful, and sang this strain,