lips,
As the lips of sleepers do:

And, dreaming, she loosens her girdle-pearls,
And opens her arms to the empty air,
Then starts, if a leaf of the champak falls,
Sighing, "O leaf! Is he there?"

Why dost thou linger in this dull spot,
Haunted by serpents and evil for thee?
Why not hasten to Nanda's House?
It is plain, if thine eyes could see.

_May these words of high endeavour--
Full of grace and gentle favour--
Find out those whose hearts can feel
What the message did reveal,
Words that Radha's messenger
Unto Krishna took from her,
Slowly guiding him to come
Through the forest to his home,
Guiding him to find the road
Which led--though long--to Love's abode._

(_Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled_
DHRISHTAVAIKUNTO.)

_SARGA THE SEVENTH._

VIPRALABDHAVARNANE NAGARANARAYANO.

KRISHNA SUPPOSED FALSE.

Meantime the moon, the rolling moon, clomb high,
And over all Vrindavana it shone;
The moon which on the front of gentle night
Gleams like the chundun-mark on beauty's brow;
The conscious moon which hath its silver face
Marred with the shame of lighting earthly loves:

And while the round white lamp of earth rose higher,
And still he tarried, Radha, petulant,
Sang soft impatience and half-earnest fears:

(_What follows is to the Music_ MALAVA _and the Mode_ YATI.)

'Tis time!--he comes not!--will he come?
Can he leave me thus to pine?
_Yami he kam sharanam!_
Ah! what refuge then is mine?

For his sake I sought the wood,
Threaded dark and devious ways;
_Yami he kam sharanam!_
Can it be Krishna betrays?

Let me die then, and forget
Anguish, patience, hope, and fear;
_Yami he kam sharanam!_
Ah, why have I held him dear?

Ah, this soft night torments me,
Thinking that his faithless arms--
_Yami he kam sharanam!_--
Clasp some shadow of my charms.

Fatal shadow--foolish mock!
When the great love shone confessed;--
_Yami he kam sharanam!_
Krishna's lotus loads my breast;

'Tis too heavy, lacking him;
Like a broken flower I am--
Necklets, jewels, what are ye?
_Yami he kam sharanam!_

_Yami he kam sharanam!_
The sky is still, the forest sleeps;
Krishna forgets--he loves no mo