Part Six: Indolent Krishna
With Rádhá passionate but in her bower
and Krishna slow to act, to him she said:
Twelfth Song
Rádhá sees you everywhere
as drinking sweetness of her lip.
Rádhá serves you in her house.
Moving in her haste to meet you
she takes her little steps and falls.
Rádhá serves you in her house.
With bracelets of white lotus shoots
she keeps alive that doubtful love.
Rádhá serves you in her house.
As I am ornament in play,
she says, I'm Krishna too in this.
Rádhá serves you in her house.
Why won't Hari haste to me?
incessantly she asks her friend.
Rádhá serves you in her house.
The dark she kisses, hugs the clouds,
from which she thinks her Hari comes.
Rádhá serves you in her house.
She moans and wails and decks herself,
all modesty now thrown away.
Rádhá serves you in her house.
May the pride of Jayadeva
spread to all who have his taste.
Rádhá serves you in her house.
In boundless ecstasy she bristles, brings
a note of lamentation to her voice.
On you, her great deceiver and her treasure,
the fawn-eyed woman meditates and clings.
She ornaments her body, has each leaf
announce your coming, makes her couch a hundred
times anticipating you in love:
alone this beauty cannot pass the night.