Why would you burn my body, O thou Bodiless?

Rādhā:
Why would you burn my body, O thou Bodiless?
I am not Shankara, but a gentle girl,

This is my flowing hair, not matted locks,
Not Gangā, but a jasmine garland on my head.

This is a pearl tiara, not the moon,
No eye upon my forehead, but a scarlet beauty-spot:

Not poison, but a trace of musk upon my throat,
A necklace on my breast, and not the lord of serpents.

Blue silk my robe, and not a tiger's skin,
This is a lotus of delight, and not a skull!

All this is loveliness, says Vidyāpati:
Not ashes on her limbs, but dust of Malaya.