Watching with streaming eyes the way her darling went

Sakhī:
Watching with streaming eyes the way her darling went,
Half a second seems an aeon,--
'Fate is most bitter, sundering thus
Murāri far from me!

'What shall I do, my dear?
What karma's fruit is this, my dear one gone abroad?
Perpetually pierce me the pangs of Madan.

'O that a woman's sighs, may fall beside my dear!
(By whom is my beloved sitting?)
Were I but a bird, I would fly to his side,
And describe to him all my distress!

'Bring me my darling, and save my life,--
Will no one take pity?'
Vidyāpati says: Soon ye shall meet,
Possess your heart in patience.