Love
O maiden, dearest maiden, do not lead me to him
Translated by Ananda Coomaraswamy and Arun Sen (1915) · From Bangiya Padabali (trans. 1915)
Rādhā:
O maiden, dearest maiden, do not lead me to him,
Too young am I, and he is a burning lover:
My heart is shaken, going to his side,--
The amorous bee will spring upon the lotus.
The muslin hides my harmless body
Like wimpling waters of a lily-lake:
Oh Mother mine, how creatures suffer pain!
What Power shaped the wicked Night?
Says Vidyāpati: What is befitting now?
Who cannot tell when it is dawn?
Codex Note
First Meetings, XLI
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Vidyapati. “O maiden, dearest maiden, do not lead me to him.” Translated by Ananda Coomaraswamy and Arun Sen. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/vidyapati/40/.
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Vidyapati. “O maiden, dearest maiden, do not lead me to him.” Translated by Ananda Coomaraswamy and Arun Sen. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/vidyapati/40/.
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