Can I forget, my dear and gentle lady

Krishna:
Can I forget, my dear and gentle lady,
How when I took her hands, and went my way to Mathurā,
She fell and fainted?

Nor with what trembling speech and gentle murmuring
The fair and gentle creature spake?
My body stiffened, I came away indeed,
But there was left my heart with her.

Now lacking her, the day and night are dimmed,
She is established in my heart:
Beside another love in regal state,
I live like any anchorite!

Surely I come in a day or twain,
Make her assured of this.
Vidyāpati says: There lies his heart,--
They shall be joined in love.