Part Five: Desiring, Lotus-Eyed Krishna

 

Krishna told the friend of Rádhá:
here I wait but say these words
to pacify and make her come.
At this the friend to Radha went.

Tenth Song

 

Malaya breezes speak of swelling passions,
blooms in bursting tear at lovers' hearts:
forest-garlanded, he sits apart.

To him the cooling moon-beam seems as fire,
the falling love god's arrows leave him hurt:
forest-garlanded, he sits apart.

As though beset by humming bees at night
he puts the pain of absence out of mind:
forest-garlanded, he sits apart.

He leaves his pleasant house to live in thickets,
and rolls on earth, his bed, and calls your name:
forest-garlanded, he sits apart.

Poet Jayadeva tells of loving's
parting: Hari favours fervent thought:
forest-garlanded, he sits apart.

* * *

As was passion first accomplished,
now is Mádhava within his shrine to love:
constantly in thought and chanting prayers
to have the ferment of your spilling breasts.

Eleventh Song

 

To the love god's sporting house he's gone:
where you must follow him with heavy hips.

Soft winds inhabiting the Yamuná,
and on its leafy shoreline one who loves
the pendulous and heavy cowgirls' breasts.

He plays your name and softly on his flute,
adores the air's light pollen you have touched.

Soft winds inhabiting the Yamuná,
and on its leafy shoreline one who loves
the pendulous and heavy cowgirls' breasts.

No leaf or feather falls but you are near,
his eyes make incantations on the bed.

Soft winds inhabiting the Yamuná,
and on its leafy shoreline one who loves
the pendulous and heavy cowgirls' breasts.

Leave off the anklets that betray your sport,
but in the darkest thicket, friend, delight.

Soft winds inhabiting the Yamuná,
and on its leafy shoreline one who loves
the pendulous and heavy cowgirls' breasts.

Be on Krishna's breast as falling cranes,
the flash that lights up thunder clouds.

Soft winds inhabiting the Yamuná,
and on its leafy shoreline one who loves
the pendulous and heavy cowgirls' breasts.

Let fall the girdle cloth from your strong hips:
your bliss his treasure in that bed of leaves.

Soft winds inhabiting the Yamuná,
and on its leafy shoreline one who loves
the pendulous and heavy cowgirls' breasts.

The night is ending, and in Krishna's pride
fulfill the words I gave to his desire.

Soft winds inhabiting the Yamuná,
and on its leafy shoreline one who loves
the pendulous and heavy cowgirls' breasts.

Jayadeva speaks to honour Krishna:
bow to him who is compassionate.

Soft winds inhabiting the Yamuná,
and on its leafy shoreline one who loves
the pendulous and heavy cowgirls' breasts.

* * *

Around and round about he sighs and watches,
and fights, as bees in thickets, for his breath,
and makes, remakes the bed, and still he watches:
tired, by love bewildered, still he waits.

Your stubbornness subdued as sets the sun,
and Krishna's passion thickening with night,
the long-lamenting cuckoo bird repeats,
What point delaying? Let the lovers meet.

How many through the dark on some affair,
anticipating, by their passion sent
to kiss and clasp and claw their bodies, find
then bashfully it is their spouse they greet.

Still fearful, trembling on the gloomy path,
by each tree loitering, and with fearful step:
behold so beautiful a one arrive,
seductiveness pervading every limb.

 

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