Gita Govinda 2.7.30

2.7.30

"If that ruthless, deceitful lover has not come, confidante, why are you distressed, messenger?
He enjoys himself at will, beloved of many; what fault of yours is there in that?
Look, today, drawn by the virtues of my beloved to unite with him,
my heart, as if bursting from the heavy burden of longing's pain, will go of its own accord."