The sakhī soothed her fears, and led her lovingly,

Sakhī:
The sakhī soothed her fears, and led her lovingly,--
Her leman's heart was gladdened, he took her by the hand:
But Rādhā paled at Kānu's touch,
A lotus fading in the moon's embrace.

She cries: Oh no, no, no! and tears are pouring
from her eyes,
She lies outstretched upon the margin of the bed,
His close embrace has not unloosed her zone,--
Even of handling of her breasts has been but little.

She lifts the wimple up to hide her face,
She cannot rest, but trembles through and through.
Says Vidyāpati: The heart of it is patience:
Step by step may Madan claim his own.