Gita Govinda 2.6
English (machine translation) 2.6
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2.6.1
Then, seeing her unable to go, long devoted [to him], staying in the bower of creepers, / the confidante reported her state to Govinda, who was sluggish with mind-born love:
2.6.2
She looks in every direction for you in secret, / drinking the sweet nectar of your lips. / O Lord Hari! Rādhā languishes in her dwelling-bower.
2.6.3
Moving with impetuous eagerness for your rendezvous, / she walks a few steps and falls down. / O Lord Hari! Rādhā languishes in her dwelling-bower.
2.6.4
Having fashioned bracelets of bright lotus-stalks and sprouts, / she survives here only by the art of your amorous pleasure. / O Lord Hari! Rādhā languishes in her dwelling-bower.
2.6.5
Repeatedly gazing at her playful ornaments, / she imagines, 'I am the enemy of Madhu!' / O Lord Hari! Rādhā languishes in her dwelling-bower.
2.6.6
'Why does Hari not come swiftly to the rendezvous?' / Thus she asks her confidante again and again. / O Lord Hari! Rādhā languishes in her dwelling-bower.
2.6.7
Thinking, 'Hari has arrived!' / she embraces and kisses the thick darkness resembling a rain-cloud. / O Lord Hari! Rādhā languishes in her dwelling-bower.
2.6.8
When you delay, casting off shame, / the woman dressed for the tryst laments and weeps. / O Lord Hari! Rādhā languishes in her dwelling-bower.
2.6.9
May this utterance of the poet Śrī Jayadeva / make connoisseurs exceedingly joyful. / O Lord Hari! Rādhā languishes in her dwelling-bower.
2.6.10
Her bristling hair spreading wide, emitting a loud hiss of pain, / speaking incoherently with choked cries born of inner numbness, / fixing her deep thoughts on Kandarpa because of you, O deceiver, / the fawn-eyed one is plunged into an ocean of aesthetic flavor, absorbed in meditation.
2.6.11
She puts ornaments on her limbs again and again; even when a leaf stirs, / she suspects that you have arrived; she prepares the bed; she meditates for a long time. / Though thus absorbed in a hundred games of dressing, doubting, bed-making, and imagining, / without you this fair-limbed woman will not survive the night.
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- Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit