O lovely wrathful lady, stony-heart

Dūtika:
O lovely wrathful lady, stony-heart,
In such a plight he is, and yet you say no word!

True love's way is not of such a sort;
It is befitting you should mix with him.

When for his loneliness his life is forfeit,
With whom will you continue anger then?

Who says your heart is soft?
Never was heart so hard as yours!

If now you do not mix with Mādhava,
The poet Vidyāpati will never speak with you again.