The mournful beauty, gazing on Kānu's face

Sakhī:
The mournful beauty, gazing on Kānu's face,
Was sobbing loud with brimming eyes:
The peerless moon-face, when he said 'Farewell,'
Fell fey upon the ground, with cries of 'Hari, Hari!'

How distractedly did Hari comfort her,--
'Now I shall not go to Mathura':
When this sweet sound reached her ears,
The lovesick nymph revived.

And taking Kānu's hands in hers.
She lifted them to touch her head:
'Say unmistakeably, good Kān, my lord,
'I will not go to Mathura.''

And when the damsel had this comfort,
She raised herself again, and sighed no more.
Murāri went his way, when Rāi was soothed--
Vidyāpati refrains from words!