Love
How can I tell of what was done that night?
Translated by Ananda Coomaraswamy and Arun Sen (1915) · From Bangiya Padabali (trans. 1915)
Rādhā:
How can I tell of what was done that night?
Unhappily the hours were spent with Mādhava:
He clasped my breasts and drank the nectar of my lips,
Laying his face on mine, he killed my life.
(First youth, and hence this pouring out of passion:
So rash is Kān,--he has no skill in love).
Madan-maddened, nothing recking,
He would not heed how many prayers!
Hearken, Lady fair, says Vidyāpati:
You are but artless, and Murāri is athirst.
Codex Note
First Meetings, XXXVII
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Vidyapati. “How can I tell of what was done that night?” Translated by Ananda Coomaraswamy and Arun Sen. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/vidyapati/36/.
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Vidyapati. “How can I tell of what was done that night?” Translated by Ananda Coomaraswamy and Arun Sen. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/vidyapati/36/.
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