Enough! and cast the trouble from your heart.

Sakhī:
Enough! and cast the trouble from your heart.
Be not afraid, go to your lover's side:
Have done with obstinacy, for I tell you
Never can be joy without its pain.

But half a grain of grief, and then a life of gladness
Why are you so averse to this, my girl?
Just for a moment shut your eyes,
As a sick man drinks his draught.

Go, Beauty, go, and play loves game,
Vidyāpati prays for your consent.