Ah Mādhava, I come just now from seeing Rāi

Dūtikā:
Ah Mādhava, I come just now from seeing Rāi:
For grief of loneliness she answers nought,
But lies with her face on the earth.

She lay outstretched on the grassy ground,
Her body was wasted with love,
As if with a touchstone the Lord of Five Arrows
Had proved a streak of gold.

The orb of her face lay low in the dust--
(More lovely it seemed therefor):
The moon in fear of Rāhu had fallen down on the floor--
(Such was the fashion of my delusion).

What can I say of the pangs of disunion?
Hearken, most cruel Kānu:
Vidyāpati says: She is of good fame,--
You know that her life is in danger.