There bloomed a flower of golden shene

Rādhā:
There bloomed a flower of golden shene,
My hope was high the fruit would be a gem,
I fed its roots with streams of milk;
I saw no fruit, and all was vanity!

I am the simple daughter of a cowherd,
And this unworthy love is worse than death;
What woe, Alas, has Fate afflicted me,--
For hope of gain, I lost my all!

This is Vidyāpati' s conclusion:
You cannot make a dogs tail straight.