The hurt that the Lord of the Seasons erstwhile did me

Rādhā:
The hurt that the Lord of the Seasons erstwhile did me,
All has departed at sight of Hari's face!
All hopes and desires that were in my heart,
All are achieved in my Lover's kindness.

When I lay in His arms every hair of my body was glad,
In the dew of His lips my grieving melted away:
Fate has fulfilled the hope of all the days of my life,--
From bending my eyes upon Him I know no rest.

Vidyāpati says: There is grief at an end,
No sickness remains when the cure has been found.