Hearken, O Mādhava: Rādhā is waxen wilful,

Dutikā:
Hearken, O Mādhava: Rādhā is waxen wilful,--
How carefully and in how many ways I warned her.
And yet the beauty gave no answer!

The lovely creature when she hears your name,
Covers her ears with her hands:
She who thought that your love was for ever new.
Now will not even hear you speak!

I laid before her a lock of your hair.
Flowers and grass and pan:
But the wrathful face of a lily she would not turn,--
She sat unmoved, with face averted.

This heart of yours forsooth, is lightning's very essence,--
How shall I soothe your fury?
Vidyāpati says: A kind word would be fitting;
But you yourself be still, O Kāna.