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THE INDIAN
SONG OF SONGS
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THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS,
PREFACE.
Beautiful flowers please, whatever their name and
country; and so far as any brightness or fragrance may
liave been preserved from the Aryan original in this
paraplirase, it will no doubt be recognized by the reader
of intelligence. Yet being so exotic, the poem demands
a word or two of introduction.
The "Gita Govinda," then, or "Song of Govind," is
a Sanskrit idyl, or little pastoral drama, in which—
under the form of Krishna, an incarnation of the
—
god Vishnoo the human soul is displayed in its re-
lations alternately with earthly and celestial beauty.
— —
Krishna at once human and divine is first seen at-
tracted by the pleasures of the senses (personified by
the shepherdesses in the wood), and wasting his affec-
tions upon the delights of their illusory world. Radha,
the spirit of intellectual and moral beauty, comes to free
him from this error by enkindling in his heart a desire
for her own surpassing loveliness of form and character;
and under the parable of a human passion too glow- —
ingly depicted by the Indian poet for exact transcription
— the gradual emancipation of Krishna from sensuous
distractions, and his union with Radha in a high and
spiritualized happiness, are portrayed. This general in-
terpretation, at any rate, though disputed by certain au-

—
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thorities, is maintained by Jones, Lassen, and others;
and has been followed, not without occasional diffi-
culty, in the subjoined version.
Lassen thus writes in his Latin prolegomena: "To
speak my opinion in one word, Krishna is here the
divinely-given soul manifested in humanity. The . . .
recollection of this celestial origin abides deep in the

mind, and even when it seems to —
slumber drugged as
it were by the fair shows of the world, the pleasures of
and the intoxication of the senses it now

visible things, —
and again awakes, full of yearning to recover the
. . .
sweet serenity of its pristine condition. Then the soul be-

gins to discriminate and to perceive that the love, which
was inmost principle, has been lavished on empty
its
and futile objects; it grows a- wearied of things sensual,

false, and uuenduring; it longs to fix its affection on
that which shall be stable, and the source of true and
eternal delight. Krishna —to use the imagery of this
—
poem thrones Radha in his heart, as the sole and only
one who can really satisfy his aspirations. . . .
"Radha is supreme in beauty, with a loveliness which

is at once celestial, and yet enshrined in earthly mould.
Her charms lift the mind to heavenly contemplations,
and the God of Love, Kama, borrows his best weapons
from them. She is forgiving and pitiful even towards
her erring and lingering lover; she would meet him in
returning if she could she grieves more than she blames;
;
and once reconciled, is beyond measure tender. The . . .
remedy for the illusions of sense sansdra is placed by —

all Hindoo philosophers in the understanding of true
existence, and Radha, in my judgment, represents this

remedy —
being the personified contemplation of the
divine beauty and goodness. Such contemplation
. . .
flies from and disowns the mind possessed by sensual

"
THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 3
objects, but goes to meet and gladly inhabit that which

cousecrates itself, as Krishna's does, to the higher love.
... It bewails its separation from tlie soul, as that
which was its natural dwelling-place before the change-
ful shows of mortal life banished it; and this is the mys-
tery of mutual attraction between the mind and mental
beauty, that thememory of the divine happiness does
not die, but revived by the recognition of truth, and
is
returns to the perception of what things in love are

worthless, and what and worthy. The affec-
are real
tion of liadha is and grants not the full sight
jealous,
of her charms, until the soul of its own accord abandons
its preoccupations, and becomes filled with the desire of
the true love. But upon the soul thus returning she
lavishes her utmost tenderness; whereof to be the re-
cipient is to have all wishes fulfilled and nothing lack-
—
ing—to be tripta 'well-contented.' Such, in my opin-
ion, is the recondite significance of this poem, hidden
under imagery but too luxuriant. The Indian poet
seems, indeed, to have spent rather more labor in de-
picting the phases of earthly passion than of that intel-
lectual yearning by which the mind is lifted to the con-
templation of divine things; . . . but the fable of the
loves of Govinda and Kadha existing from antiquity,
and being universally accepted, philosophy had to affix
its doctrines to the story in such a way as that the vul-
gar amours of those popular deities might present them-

selves in a nobler aspect.
Nothing in the way of exposition needs to be added
to these words.
The great variety of measure in the original has been
indicated by frequently varying the metre of this para-
phrase, without meanwhile attempting to imitate the
many very fanciful alliterations, assonances, and recur-
6 TUE ELZEVin LIBRARY.
ring choruses; of wliich last, however, two examplea
have been introduced. Tlie " Gita Govinda," with these
refrains and the musical accompaniments named and
prescribed by the directions embodied in the text, must
have been a species of Oriental opera. This raises the
difficult and little-studied subject of ancient Hindoo
music, upon which a passing word or two not ap- may
pear impertinent. Sir William Jones says, " When I
first read the songs of Jayadeva, who has prefixed to
each the name of the mode in which it was to be sung,

I had hopes of procuring the original music; but the
Pundits of the South referred me to those of the West,
and the Brahmans of the West would have sent me to
those of the North, while they of Nepal and Cashmere
declared that they had no ancient music, but imagined
that the notes of the Gita Govinda must exist, if any-
'
'
where, where the poet was born " (Sir W. Jones, vol. i.
p. 440).
Now the reason why this illustrious scholar could not
find the score of the " Gita," was that music was always
taught orally by the Hindoos, and therefore did not pass
down from the old minstrels in any noted form. Yet
there existed an elaborate science of melody among the
ancient Indians; although, like the Greeks, the}'- under-
stood little or nothing of harmony. The distinguishing
feature of Hindoo airs still is, an extremely
was, and
fine gradation of notes; thesemitone could be accurately
divided into demi-semitones by the ear and voice of a
practised "Gundharb" or "Goonee." This even now
imparts a delicacy to the otherwise monotonous temple-
singing, which all musicians would recognize; and they
might find in such treatises as the " Sungeet Durpun,"
"I\agavibodha,"and "Rag mala," or " Chaplet of Mel-
odies," complete and curious explanations of the Hindoo
—— ;
THE INDIAN SONG OF 80N0S. 7
orchestra. In that fantastic system the old Aryan com-

posers established six ragas, or divine fundamental airs,
having- eacli five wives or raginees, and each of these
producing eight melodious children; so that the ortho-
dox repertory contained two hundred and forty separate
songs. These songs had tiieir fixed occasion, subject,
and season; all to be reverently observed; otherwise the
deity presiding over each was not thought likely to at-
tend and give perfect effect to the music. These lyric
divinities are personified and described in such works
—
as the "Ratnamala:" thus "Gurjjari" a melody fre-
—
quently indicated here by Jayadeva is represented as
a feminine minstrel of engaging mien, dressed in yellow
bodice and red saree, richly bedecked with jewels and
enthroned in a golden swing, as the third wife of the
Raga MegTi. Musical science was divided into seven
branches Surudhyaya or sol-fa-ing, rag or melody, tal
or time, nrit or rhythmical dancing, aurth or poetry,
bhav or expression, and Jmsi, answering to method,
"touch." The gamut contained seven notes singularly
named 8u was survj, the scream of the peacock; ri
was rikhub, the cry of the parrot; gu was gundhur, the
bleat of the sheep; mu was muddhun, the call of the
crane pu stood for pimchum, and the note of the Ko'il
;
dim for dJiyvut, the neigh of the horse; and ni fovni-

Mad, the trumpeting of the elephant. Endless subtle-
ties characterized their musical terms — thus tal or
"time," is word made up of the first letters from
a
tand, the dance of Mahadeo, and las, the dance of Par-
vati, his consort; but these are mere etymological nice-
ties, characteristic of the hard language in which one
single word may be written in a hundred and eight

ways. Enough has been said to show, from sources
which are perhaps somewhat out of general reach, that
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a special accompaniment of music was prescribed foi
the "Gita Govinda" when composed, which, could it
be recovered, would add immensely to the interest of
the Sanskrit Canticle; and indeed, even at present, any
competent inquirer into the existing melodies of India,
popular and sacred, might be rewarded by many ex-
quisite airs worth the ear of European maestri them-
selves. The Indians of to-day have still their dhoorpuds,
or heroic ballads; their Icheals, ghuzuls, and rekldahs,
love-songs ofMogul derivation; Xhoitdadras and nuktas,
serenades of Hindoo origin; the tuppah, hummed by
Hindi and Punjabi camel-drivers; the terana, or "song
without words;" the palna, or cradle- song; the sohla, or
marriage-strain; the stooti, or eulogistic chants; and the

zikri,which are hymns of morality. Probably among
these some echoes of the antique melodies of Jayadeva
may be preserved; at any rate, such a list and it might —
—
be largely extended shows that Indian music well mer-
its professional stud}'".
Jayadeva, a native of Kinduvilva or Kendoli, in

Burdwan or Tirhoot (for the locality is doubtful),
wrote, according to Lassen, about 1150 a.d. The
theme of the Indian poet's musical mystery-play is
found in the tenth section of the Bhagavata, but Hin-
doo literature and daily talk are full of this half-divine,
half -human Krishna; and in turning into a religious

canticle the loves of "Govinda" and Radha, Jayadeva
might be sure that every native audience, present and
to come, would understand his matter. The " Gita " ia
to this hour very popular in India; but more so, doubt-
less, because of its melodious versification and its ardent
love-pictures than the profound and earnest meanings,
for the sake of which this imperfect attempt has been
hazarded. Extremely imperfect it is, and for exact
Sanskrit scholars (among whose honorable number the

Author has very slender claims to rank) of no account
at all; yet something, however slight, may perhaps be
done towards the closer acquaintance of England and
India — an
object always dear to the present writer by —
this second effort to popularize Indian classics.
his
With the aid of Lassen (to whose labors and erudite
guidance every grateful acknowledgment is here due)
this "Song of Songs"' goes, for the most part, fairly
pace for pace with the Sanskrit text; although much
has had to be modified, and the last Sarga omitted, in
order to comply with the canons of Western propriety.
An English dress cannot— alas!— fail to destroy some-
thing of the Asiatic grace of Radha; but in her own she
is radiant, fascinating, and angelic, and seemed to teach;
a lesson so well worth repeating, that this imitation of
Jayadeva has been ventured upon.
10 THE ELZEVIR LIBRARY,
INTRODUCTION,
OM!
REVERENCE TO GANESHAl
The sky is clouded; and the wood resembles
The Tamala boughs;
sky, thick-arched with black
O Radha, Radha! take this soul that trembles
In life's deep midnight, to Thy golden house."
—
So Nanda spoke, and, led by Radha's spirit,
The feet of Krishna found the road aright;
Wherefore in bliss which ^11 high hearts inherit
Together taste they Love's divine delight.
He wlio wrote these tilings for thee,
Of tlie Son of Wassoodee,

Was Jayadeva;
the poet
Him Saraswati gave ever
Fancies fair his mind to throng.
Like pictures palace-walls along;
Ever to his notes of love
Lakshmi's mystic dancers move.
If thy spirit seeks to brood
On Hari glorious, Hari good;
If it feeds on solemn nunibers'
Dim as dreams and soft as durnbers,
Lend thine ear to Jayadei\
Lord of all the spells that save
: !
Umapatidhara's strain
Glows like roses after rain;
Sharan's stream-like song is grand,
If lis tide ye understand;
Bard more wise beneath the sun
Is not found ihan Govardhun;
Dhoyi holds the listener still
With his shlokes

of subtle skill;
But for sweet words suited well
Jayadexa doth excel.
{What follows is to the Music Malava and the Mode

RUPAKA.)
HYMN TO VISHNU.
O THOU that held'st the blessed Yeda dry
When all things else beneath the floods were hurled;
Strong- Fish-God! Ark of Men! Jai! Jlari, jaif
Hail, Keshav, hail! thou Master of the world!
The round world rested on thy spacious nape;

Upon thy neck, like a mere mole, it stood
O thou that took'st for us the Tortoise-shape,
Hail, Keshav, hail! Ruler of wave and wood!
The world upon thy curving tusk sate sure,

Like the Moon's dark disc in her crescent pale;
O thou who did'st for us assume the Boar,
Immortal Conqueror! hail, Keshav, hail!
When thou thy Giant-Foe didst seize and rend, ^

and sharp were fang and
Fierce, fearful, long, nail;
Thou who the Lion and the Man didst blend,
Lord of the Universe hail, Narsingh, hail
!
— — !

—
Wonderful Dwarf! who with a threefold stride
—
Cheated King Bali where thy footsteps fall
Men's sins, O Wamuna! are set aside.
O Keshav, hail thou Help and Hope of
! all \
The sins of this sad earth thou didst assoil,

The anguish of its creatures thou didst heal;
Freed are we from all terrors by thy toil:
Hail, Purshuram, hail! Lord of the biting steell
To thee the fell Ten -Headed yielded life.

Thou in dread battle laid'st the monster low!
Ah, Rama! dear to Gods and men that strife;
We praise thee, Master of the matchless bow
With clouds for garments glorious thou dost fare.
Veiling thy dazzling majesty and might,
As when Yamuna saw thee with the share,
A peasant —yet the King of Day and Night.
Merciful-hearted ! when thou earnest as Boodh
Albeit 'twas written in the Scriptures so
Thou bad'st our altars be no more imbrued
With blood of victims: Keshav bending low
1
We praise thee, Wielder of the sweeping sAvord,

Brilliant as curving comets in the gloom,
Whose edge shall smite the fierce barbarian horde;
Hail to thee, Keshav! hail, and hear, and come,
And fill this song of Jayadev with thee.

And make it wise to teach, strong to redeem,
And sweet to living souls. Thou Mystery!
%Thou Light of Life! Thou Dawn beyond the dream!
Fish! that didst outswira the flood;

Tortoise! whereon earth hath stood;
Boar! who with thy tush held'st high

The world, that mortals might not die;
Lion! who hast giants torn;
Dwarf! who laugh'dst a king to scorn;
Sole Subduer of the Dreaded!
Slayer of the many-headed!
Mighty Ploughman! Teacher tender I
Of thine own the sure Defender!

Under all tliy ten disguises
Endless praise to thee arises.
{WJiat follows is to the Music Guiujari and ilie Mode

NlHSARA.)
Endless praise arises,
O thou God that liest

Rapt, on Kumla's breast,
Happiest, holiest, highest!
Planets are thy jewels,
Stars thy forehead-gems,
Set like sapphires gleaming
In kiugliest anadems;
Even the great gold Sun-God,
Blazing through the sky,
Serves thee but for crest-stone,
Jai, jai ! Had, jai !
As Lord of day
that
After night brings morrow,
Thou dost charm away
Life's long dream of sorrow.
As on Mansa's water
Brood the swans at rest,
So thy laws sit stately
On a holy breast.
! ——
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O, Drinker of the poison \
Ah, high Delight of earth I
What ligh-t is to the lotus-buds.

What singing is to mirth.
Art thou —art thou that slayedst
Madhou and Narak grim
That ridest on the King of Birds,
Making all glories dim.
With ejês like open lotus-flowers.
Bright in the morning rain.
Freeing by one swift piteous glance
The spirit from Life's pain:
Of all the three Worlds Treasure
Of sin the Putter-by I
Of the Ten-Headed Victor!

Jai Hari Hari jai
! !
Thou Shaker of the Mountain

Thou Shadow of the Storm
Thou Cloud that unto Lakshmi's face
Comes welcome, white, and warm I
—
O thou, who to great Lakshmi
Art like the silvery beam
Which moon-sick chakors feed upon
By Jumna's silent stream,
To thee this hymn ascendetb.
That Jayadev doth sing,
Of worship, love, and mystery;
High Lord and heavenly King!
And unto whoso hears it
Do thou a blessing bring
Whose neck is gilt with yellow dust
From lilies that did cling
Beneath the breasts of Lakshmi,
A girdle soft and sweet,
— — —— —
"When in divine embracing

The lips of Gods did meet;
And the beating heart above
Of thee —Dread Lord of Heaven!
Slie left that stamp of love
By such deep sign be given
Prays Jayadev, the glory
And the secret and the spells
Which close-hid in this story
Unto wise ears he tells.
End of Introduction.
SABGA THE FIRST.
SAMODADAMODAEO.
THE SPORTS OF KRISHNA.
Beautiful Radha, jasmine-bosomed Radha,
All in the Spring-time waited by the wood
JForKrishna fair, Krishna the all-forgetful,
Krishna with earthly love's false fire consuming
And some one of her maidens sang this song:
{What follows is to the Music Yasanta and the Mode

Yati.)
I know where Krishna tarries in these early days of

Spring,
When every wind from warm Malay brings fragrance
on its wing;
; ;
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Briugs fragrance stolen far away from thickets of the

clove,
In jungles where the bees hum and the Koil flutes her
love;
He dances with the dancers, of a merry morrice one,
All in the budding Spring-time, for 'tis sad to be alone,
I know how Krishna passes these hours of blue and

gold.
When parted lovers sigh to meet and greet and closely
hold
Hand fast in hand; and every branch upon the Vakul-
tree
Droops downward with a hundred blooms, in every
bloom a bee
He is dancing with the dancers to a laughter-moving
tone.
In the soft awakening Spriug-time, when 'tis hard to
live alone. •
Where Kroona flowers, that open at a lover's lightest

tread,
Break, and, for shame at what they hear, from white
blush modest red
And all the spears on all the boughs of all the Ketuk-
glades
Seem ready darts to pierce the hearts of wandering
youths and maids;
'Tis there thy Krishna dances till the merry drum is
done,
All in the sunny Spring-time, when who can live alone?
Where the breaking-forth of blossom on the yellow

Kcshra-sprays
Dazzles like Kama's sceptre, whom all the world obeys;
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And P^tal-buds fill drowsy bees from pink delicious
bowls,
As Kama's nectared goblet steeps in languor human
souls;
There he dauces with the dancers, and of Radha thmk-
eth none,
All in the warm new Spring-tide, when none will live
alone.
Where the breath of waving Madhvi pours incense

through the grove,
And silken Mogras lull the sense with essences of
love,
The silken-soft pale Mogra, whose perfume fine and
faint
Can melt the coldness of a maid, the sternness of ^
saint
There dances with those dancers thine other self, thine
Own,
All in the languorous Spring-time, when none will live
alone,
"Where — as
if warm lips touched sealed eyes and waked
them—all the bloom

Opens upon the mangoes to feel the sunshine come;
And Atimuktas wind their arms of softest green about.
Clasping the stems, while calm and clear great Jumna
spread eth out;
There dances and there laughs thy Love, with damsels
many and one,.
In the rosy days of Spring-time, for he will not live
alone.
3IarJc tids song of Jayadev !

Deep as pearl in ocean-wave
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Lurketh in its lines a wonder
'Which the wise alone will ponder
Though it seemeth of the earth,
Heavenly is the music's birth ;
Telling darkly of delights
In the wood, ofwobsted nights.
Of witless days, and fruitless love,
And false pleasures of the grove.

And rash passions of the prime,
And those dances of Spring-time
Time, which seems so subtle-sweet,
Time, which pipes to dancing feet,
Ah I so softly —ah ! so sweetly —
That among those wood-maids featly
Krishna cannot choose but dance.
Letting pass life's greater chance.
Yet the winds that sigh so

As they stir the rose,
"Wake a sigli from Krishna
Wistf uller than those
All their faint breaths swinging
The creepers to and fro
Pass like rustling arrows
Shot from Kama's bow:
Thus among the dancers
What those zephyrs bring
Strikes to Krishna's spirit
Like a darted sting.
And all as if —far wandered

The traveller should hear
The bird of home, the Ko'il,
With nest-notes rich and clear;
— —
And come one moment

there should
A blessed fleeting dream
Of the bees among the mangoes
Beside his native stream;
So flash those sudden yearnings,
That sense of a dearer thing,
The love and lack of Radha
Upon his soul in Spring.
^Then maid of Radha, spake again;

she, the
And away between the leaves
pointing far
Guided her lovely Mistress where to look.
And note how Krishna wantoned in the wood
Now with this one, now that; his heart, her prize.
Panting with foolish passions, and his eyes
Beaming with too much love for those fair girls
Fair, but not so as Radha; and she sang
{What follows is to the 3Ius?g Ramagiri a7id the Mode

Yati.)
See, Lady! how thy Krishna passes these idle hours

Decked forth in fold of woven gold, and crowned with
forest-flowers;
And scented with the sandal, and gay with gems of
price
Rubies to mate his laughing lips, and diamonds like his
eyes ;
In the company of damsels,* who dance and sing and

play,
Lies Krishna laughing, toying, dreaming his Spring
away.
* It will be observed tjiat the " Gopis" here personify the five
senses. Lassen says, " Manifestum est puellis istis nil aliud
significari quam res sensilesy
—

One, with star-blossomed cliampak wreathed, woes him
to rest his head
On the dark pillow of her breast so tenderly outspread;
And o'er his brow with roses blown she fans a fragrance
rare,
That falls on the enchanted sense like rain in thirsty
air,
While the company of damsels wave many an odorous

spray,
And Krishna laughing, toying, sighs the soft Spring
away.
Another, gazing in his face, sits wistfully apart.

Searching it with those looks of love that leap from heart
to heart;
Her eyes— afire with shy desire, veiled by their lashes
black
Speak so that Krishna cannot choose but send the mes-
sage back,
In the company of damsels whose bright eyes in a ring
Shine round him with soft meanings in the merry light
of Spring.
•»
The third one of that dazzling band of dwellers in the

wood
Body and bosom panting with the pulse of youthful
blood
Leans over him, as in his ear a lightsome thing to
speak,
A-ud then with leaf-soft lip imprints a kiss below his
cheek;
A kiss that thrills, and Krishna turns at the silken touch
To give it back — ah, Radha! forgetting thee too much.
— : , ,
And one with arch smile beclions him away from Jumna's
ban lis,
Where the tall bamboos bristle like spears in battle-
ranks,
And plucks his cloth to make him come into the mango.
shade,
Where the fruit is ripe and golden, and the milk and
cakes are laid
Oh! golden-red the mangoes, and glad the feasts of
Spring,
And fair the flowers to lie upon, and sweet the dancers
sing.
Sweetest of all that Temptress who dances for him now

AVith subtle feet which part and meet in the Ras-meas-
ure slow.
To the chime of silver bangles and the beat of rose-leaf
hands,
And pipe and lute and cymbal played by the woodland
bands;
So that wholly passion-laden — eye, ear, sense, soul o'er-
come
Krishna is theirs in the forest; his heart forgets its home.
Krishna, made for heavenly things,

'Mid those woodland singers sings;
With those dancers dances featJy
Gives hack soft embraces sweetly;
Smiles on that one, toys wit?i this,
Glance for glance and kiss for kiss;

Meets the merry damsels fairly
Playsthe round of folly rarely,
Lapped in milk-warm spring-time ictaihcr,
He and those brown girls together.
And this shadowed earthly low
In the twilight of the grove,
Dance and song and soft caresses,
Meeting looks and tangled tresses,
Jayadev the same hath writ.
That ye might have gain of it.
Sagely its deep sense conceiving
And its inner light believing;
How that Love— the mighty Master,
Lord of all the stars that cluster
In the sky, swiftest and slotcest,
Lord of highest, Lord of lowest —
Manifests himself to mortals.
Winning them toward the portals
Of his secret House, the gates
Of that bright Paradise which icaits
The wise in love. Ah, human creatures !
Even your phantasies are teachers.
Mighty Love makes sweet in seeming
Even Krishna's icoodland dreaming;
Mighty Love sways all alike
From self to selflessness. Oh ! strike
From your eyes the veil, and see

What Love willeth him to be
Who in error, but in grace,

Sitteth with that lotus face,
And those eyes whose rays of lieaven
Unto phantom-eyes are given;
Holding f^sts of foolish mirth
With these Visions of the earth;
Learning love, and love imparting;
Yet with sense of loss upstarting: —
For the cloud that veils the fountains
Underneath the Sandal mountains.
!
Hoio —as if the sunshine drew

All being
its the blue—
to
It takes flight, and seeks to rise

High into the pure?' skies,
High into the snow sind frost,
On the shining summits lost
Ah ! and hoio the KoW strain
Smites the traveller with pain, —
When the mango blooms in spring.
And " Koohoo,'' " Koohoo," they sing —
Pain of pleasures not yet icon,
Pain ofjourneys not yet done,
Pain of toiling without gaining,
Pain, 'mid gladness, of still paining.
But may He guide us all to glory high

Who laughed when Radha glided, hidden, by,
And all among those damsels free and bold
Touched Krishna with a soft mouth, kind and cold;
And like the others, leaning on his breast.
Unlike the others, left there Love's unrest;
And like the others, joining in his song.
Unlike the others, made him silent long
{Here ends that Savga of the Gita Govinda entitled

Samodadamodaeo.)
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8ARGA THE SECOND.
KLESHAKESHAVO.
THE PENITENCE OF KRISHNA.
Thus lingered Krishna in the deep, green wood,
And gave himself, too prodigal, to those;
But Radha, heart-sick at his falliug-off,
Seeing her heavenly beauty slighted so,
Withdrew; and, in a bower of Paradise
Where nectarous blossoms wove a shrine of shade,
Haunted by and bees of unknown skies
birds
She sate deep-sorrowful, and sang this strain,
(What follows is to the music Gurjjart and the Mode

Yati.)
Ah, my Beloved! taken with those glances,

Ah, my Beloved! dancing those rash dances,
Ah, Minstrel! playing wrongful strains so well;
Ah, Krishna! Krishna, with the honeyed lip!
Ah, Wanderer into foolish fellowship!
My Dancer, my Delight! —I love thee still.
O Dancer! strip thy peacock- crown away.

Rise! thou whose forehead is the star of day,
With beauty for its silver halo set;
Come! thou whose greatness gleams beneath its shroud
Like Indra's rainbow shining through the cloud
Come, for I love thee, my Beloved ytt. !
! !
Must love thee — cannot choose but love thee ever,

My best Beloved— set on this endeavor,
To win thy tender heart and earnest eye
From lips but sadly sweet, from restless bosoms,
To mine, O Krishna with tlie mouth of blossoms!
To mine, thou soul of Krishna! yet I sigh
Half hopeless, thinking of myself forsaken,

And thee, dear Loiterer, in the wood o'ertaken
With passion for those bold and wanton ones.
Who knit thine arms as poison-plants gripe trees
With twining cords — their flowers the braveries
That flash in the green gloom, sparkling gauds and
stones.
My Prince my ! Lotus-faced ! my wôe ! my love

Whose broad brow, with the tilka-spot above,
Shames the bright moon at full with fleck of cloud',
Thou to mistake so little for so much
Thou, Krishna, to be palm to pahn with such!
O Soul made for my joys, pure, perfect, proud!
Ah, my Beloved! in thy darkness dear;

Ah, Dancer! with the jewels in thine ear,
Swinging to music of a loveless love;
my Beloved! in thy fall so high
That angels, sages, spirits of the sky
Linger about thee, wâtching in the grove.
1 will be patient still, and draw thee ever.

My one Beloved, sitting by the river
Under the thick Kadambas with that throng:
Will there not come an end to earthly madness?
Shall I not, past the sorrow, have the gladness?
Must not the love-light shine for him ere long?
—; ;
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. Shine, tliou Light by Radha giwn,
Shine, thou splendid star of heaven I
Be a lamp to Krishna's feety
ShoiD to all hearts secrets sweet,
Of the wonder and the love
Jayadev hath wnt above.
Be the quick Interpreter
Unto wisest ears of her
Who ahcays sings to all, " I wait,
He loveth still who loveth late''
For (sang on that liigli Lady in tlie shade)

My soul for tenderness, not blame, was made;
Mine eyes look through his evil to his good
My heart coins pleas for him; my fervent thought
Prevents what lie will say when these are naught,
And that which I am shall be understood.
Then spake she to her maiden wistfully
{What folhiDS is to the Music MIlavagauda and the Mod6

EkatalI)
Go to him, —
win him hither, whisper low —
Howhe may find me if he searches well
—
Say, if he will joys past his hope to know
Await him here; go now to him, and tell
Where Radha is, and that henceforth she charms
His spirit to her arms.
if he will, that he may come—

Yes, go! say,
May come, my love, my longing, my desire;
May come forgiven, shriven, to me his home.
And make his happy peace; nay, and aspire
To uplift Radha's veil, and learn at length
What love is in its strength.
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Lead him; say softly I shall chide his blindness,

And vex him with my angers; yet add this,
He shall not vainly sue for loving-kindness,
Nor miss to see me close, nor lose the bliss
That lives upon my lip, -nor be denied
The rose- throne at my side.
— —
Say that I Radha in my bower languish
All widowed, till he find the way to me;
Say that mine eyes are dim, my breast all anguish.
Until with gentle murmured shame I see
His steps come near, his anxious pleading face
Bend for my pardoning grace.
While I —what, did he deem light love so tender,

To tarry for them when the vow was made
To yield him up my bosom's maiden splendor,
And fold him in my fragrance, and unbraid
My shining hair for him, and clasp him close
To the gold heart of his Rose,
And sing him strains which only spirits know,

And make him captive with the silk-soft chain
Of twinned-wings brooding round him, and bestow
Kisses of Paradise, as pure as rain
My gems, my moonlight-pearls, my girdle-gold.
Cymbaling music bold?
While gained for ever, I shall dare to grow

Life to life with him, in the realms divine;
And — Love's large cup at happy overflow.
Yet ever to be filled —his eyes and mine
Shall meet in that glad look, when Time's great gate
Closes and shuts out Fate.
—

Listen to the unsaid things
Of the song which Radha sings.
For the soul draics near to bliss.
As it coynprehendeth this.
1 am Jayadev, who write

All this subtle-rich delight
For your teaching. Ponder, then.

What it tells to Gods and men.
Err not, tDatching Krishna gay.
With those broicn girls all at play;
Understand how Radha charms
Her wandering lover to her arms.
Waiting with dimnest love
Till his dream ends in the grove.
For even now (she sang) I see him pause,

Heart-stricken with the waste of heart he makes
—
Amid them; all the bows of their bent brows
Wound him no more: no more for all their sakes
Plays he one note upon his amorous lute,
But lets the strings lie mute.
Pensive, as if his parted lips should say
" My feet with the danoes are weary.

The music has dropped from the song,
There is no more delight in the lute-strings,
Sweet Shadows! what thing has gone wrong?
The wings of the wind have left fanning
Tlie palms of the glade;
They are dead, and the blossoms seem dying
In the place where we played.
•'
We will play no more, beautiful Shadows!
A fancy came solemn and sad.
— — — :
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More sweet, with unspeakable longings,

Thau the best of the pleasures we had
I not uow the Krishna who kissed you;
am
That exquisite dream,
The Vision I saw in my dancing
Has spoiled what you seem.
'Ah! delicate phantoms that cheated

With eyes that looked lasting and true,
I — —
awake, I have seen her, my angel
Farewell to the wood and to you!
Oh, whisper of wonderful pity!
Oh, fair face that shone!
Though thou be a vision, Diviuest!
This vision is done."
{Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled KLEgH-

AKESHAVO.)
SABGA THE THIRD.
MUGDHAMADHUSUDANO.
KRISHNA TROUBLED.
—
Thereat, as one who welcomes to her throne
A new-made Queen, and brings before it bound
—
Her enemies, so Krishna in his heart
—
Throned Radha; and all treasonous follies chained-
He played no more with those first play-fellows:
But, searching throtigh the shadows of the grove
—
For loveliest Radha, when he found her not
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Faint with the quest, despairing, lonely, lorn,
And pierced with shame for wasted love and days,
He sate by Jumna, where the canes are thick,
And sang to the wood-echoes words like these:
( What follows is to the Music GuEjJARt and the Modi

Yati.)
Radha, Enchantress ! Radha, queen of all!
Gone — because she found me sinning here;

lost,
And I so stricken with my foolish fall,

I could not stay her out of shame and fear;
She will not hear;
In her disdain and grief vainly I call.
And if what would she do? what say ?

she heard,
How could make
it good that I forgot?
I
What profit was it to me, niglit and day.
To live, love, dance, and dream, having her not?
Soul without spot!
I wronged thy patience, till it sighed away.
Sadly I see the truth. Ah! even now

Remembering that one look beside the river,
Softer the vexed eyes seem, and the proud brow
Than lotus-leaves when the beesmake them quiver.
My love forever!
Too late is Krishna wise — too far art thou!
Yet all day long in my deep heart I woo thee.
And long with thee my dreams are sweet;
all niglit
Why, then, so vainly must my steps pursue thee?

Why can I never reach thee to entreat.
Low at thy feet.
Dear vanished Splendor! till m}-- tears subdue thee?
Surpassiug One! I knew thou didst not brook

Half-hearted worship, and a love that wavers;
Haho! there is the wisdom I mistook,
Therefore I seek with desperate endeavors;

Tliat fault dissevers
Me from my heaven, astiay —condemned — forsook!
And yet I seem to feel, to know, thee near me;
Thy steps make music, measured music, near;
Radha! my Radha! will not.«orro\v clear me?
Shine once! speak one word pitiful and dear!
Wilt thou not hear?
Canst thou —because I did forget—forsake me?
Forgive! the sin is sinned, is past, is over;
No thought I think shall do Ihee wrong again;
Turn thy dark eyes again upon thy lover,
Bright Spirit! or I perish of this pain.
Loving again!
In dread of doom to love, but not recover.
So did KrisJina sinr/ ami sigh

By the river-hank; and I,
Jayadev of Kinduvilva.
Resting — as the moon of siher
Sits upon the solemn ocean —
On full faith, in deep devotion;
Tell it that ye ma,y perceive
How the heart mnst fret and grieve;
How the soul doth tire of earth,
When the love from Heav'n hath hirth.
For (sang he on) I am no foe of thine,

There is no black snake, Kama in my ! hair:
—

Blue lotns-leaves, and not the poisoned brine,
Shadow my neck; what stains my bosom bare,
Thou God unfair!
Is sandai'dust, not ashes; nought of mine
Makes me like Shiva that thou, Lord of Love!

Sliouldst strain thy string at me and fit thy dart;
Tliis —
world is thine let me one breast thereof
W.hich bleeds already, wounded to the heart
With lasting smart,
Shot from those brows that did my sin reprove.
Thou gavest her those black brows for a bow

Arched own, whose pointed arrows seem
like thine
Her glances, and the underlids that go
—
So firm and fine its string? Ah, fleeting gleam!
Beautiful dream!
Small need of Kama's help hast thou, I trow,
To smite me to the soul with love; — but set

Those arrows enchain
to their silken cord I
My thoughts in that loose hair! let thy lips, wet

With dew of heaven as bimba-buds with rain,
Bloom precious pain
Of longing in my heart; and, keener yet,
The heaving of thy lovely, angry bosom.

Pant to my spirit things unseen, unsaid;
But if thy touch, thy tones, if the dark blossom
Of thy dear face, thy jasmine-odors shed
From feet to head.
If these be all with me, canst thou be far— be tied ?
So sang he, and I pray tliat whoso hears

The music of his burning Iwpes and fears.
) ——
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That whoso sees this msion by the River

Of Krislma, Hari, {can we name him emrf)
And marks his ear-ring rubies swinging slow,
As he sits still, unheedfal, bending low
To play this tune upon his lute, lohile all
Listen to catch the sadness musical;
And Krishna wotteth nought, but, with set face
Turned full toward Radhn's, plays on in that place;
—
May all such souls prays Jayadev be wise —
To learn the wisdom which hereunder lies.
{Here ends that 8arga of the Oeta Govinda enMbd

MUGDHAMADHUSUDANO.
8ARGA THE FOURTH
SOTGDHAMADHUSUDANO.
KRISHNA CHEERED.
Then she whom Radha sent came to the canes
The caties beside the river where lie hxy
With listless limbs and spirit weak from love;
And she sang this to Krishna wistfully.
( What foUoiDs is to theMusic .Kaenata and tlie Mode

Ekatal!.)
Art thou sick for Radha? she is sad in turn,

Heaven foregoes its blessings, if it holds not thee;
All the cooling fragrance of sandal she doth spurn,
Moonlight makes her mournful with radiance silvery;
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Even the southern breeze blown fresh from pearly seas,

Seems to her but tainted by a dolorous brine;
And for thy sake discontented, with a great love over-
laden,
Her soul comes here beside thee, and sitteth down
with thine.
Her soul conies here beside thee, and tenderly and true
It weaves a subtle mail of proof to ward off sin and
pain
A breastplate soft as lotus-leaf, with holy tears for dew.
To guard thee from the things that hurt; and then 'tis
gone again
To strew a blissful place with the richest buds that grace
Kama's sweet world, a meeting-spot with rose and jas-
mine fair,
For the hour when, well-contented, with a love no
longer troubled,
Thou shalt find the way to Radha, and finish sorrows
there.
But now her lovely face is shadowed by her fears;

Her glorious eyes are veiled and dim like moonlight in
eclipse
By breaking rain-clouds, Krishna! yet she paints you in
her tears
—
With tender thoughts not Krishna, but brow and
breast and lips
And form and mien a King, a great and god like thing;
And then with bended head she asks grace from the
Love Divine,
To keep tliee discontented with tlie phantoms thou for-
swearest,
Till she may win her glory, and thou be raised to thine.
Softly DOW she sayetli,

" Krishna, Krishna, come!"
Lovingly she prayeth,
" Fair moon, light him home."
Yet if Hari helps not,
Moonlight cannot aid;
Ah! the woeful Radha!
Ah! the forest shade!
Ah if Hari guide not.

!
Moonlight is as gloom;
Ah! if moonlight help not.
How shall Krishna come?
Sad for Krishna grieving
In the darkened grove;
Sad for Radha weaving
Dreams of fruitless love!
Strike soft strings to this soft measure.

If thine ear would catch its treasure;
Slowly dance to this deep song,
Let its meaning float along
With grave paces, since it tells
Of a love that siceeily dicells

In a tender distant glory,
Past all faults of mortal story.
{What folloios is to the Music Deshaga and the Mode

EkatalI.)
Krishna, till thou come unto her, faint she lies with love
and fear!
Even the jewels of her necklet seem a load too great to
hear.
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Krishna, till thou come unto her, all the sandal and the
flowers
Yex her with their pure perfection though they grow in
heavenly bowers.
Krishna, till thou come unto her, fair albeit those bowers
may be.
Passion burns her, and love's fire fevers her for lack of
thee.
Krishna, till thou come unto her, those divine lids, dark
and tender.
Droop like lotus-leaves in rain-storms, dashed and heavy
in their splendor.
Krishna, till thou come unto her, that rose-couch which

she hath spread
Saddens with its empty place, its double pillow for one
head.
Krishna, till thou come unto her, from her palms she will
not lift
The dark face hidden deep within them like the moon in
cloudy rift.
Krishna, till thou come unto her, angel though she be,
thy Love
Sighs and suffers, waits and watches —joyless 'mid those
joys above.
Krishna, till thou come unto her, with the comfort of thy
kiss
Deeper than thy loss, O Krishna! must be loss of Radha's
bliss.
—
THE INDIAN- SONG OF iSONGS. 87
Krishna, while thou didst forget her —her, thy life, thy
gentle fate
Wonderful her waiting was, her pity sweet, her patience
great.
Krishna, come! 'tis grief untold to grieve her —shame to

let her sigh;
Como, for she is sick with love, and thou her only
remedy.
So she sang, and Jayadeva

Prays for all, and prays for ever^
That Great Hari may bestow
Utmost bliss of loving so
On us all; — that one who wore
Ihe herdsman's form, and heretofore,
To save the shepherd's threatened flock,
Up from the earth reared the huge roch-^
Bestow it with a gracious hand.
Albeit, amid the woodland band,
Clinging close in fond caresses
Krishna gave them ardent kisses,
Taking on his lips divine
Earthly stamp and looodland sign.
{Here ends that Sarga of the GUa Govinda entitled

Snigdhamadhusudajsto.
;
THE ELZEVIR LIBBART.
SARQA TEE FIFTH.
SAKANDKSHAPUNDAEIKAKSHO.
THE LONGINGS OF KRISHNA.
" Say I am here! oh, if she pardons me,
Say where I am, and wiu her soflly hither,"
So Krishna to the maid; and willingly
She came again to Radha, and she sang
{What follows is to the Music Deshivaradi and the Mode

Rl'paka.)
Low whispers the wind from Malaya

Overladen with love;
On the liills all the grass is burned yellow;
And the trees in the grove
Droop with tendrils that mocli by their clinging
The thoughts of the parted
And there lies, sore-sighing for thee,
Tl»y love, altered-hcarted.
To him the moon's icy-chill silver

Is a sun at midday;
The fever he burns with is deeper
Tlian starlight can stay:
Lilê one wlio falls stricken by arrows,
With the color departed
From all but liis red wounds, so lies
Thy love, bleeding-hearted.
—
To the music the banded bees make him

He close th his ear;
In the blossoms their small horns are blowing
The honey-song clear;
But as if every stiug to his bosom
Its smart had imparted.
Low lies by the edge of the river,
Thy love, achiug-hearted.
By the edge of the river, far wandered

From Ills once beloved bowers,
And the haunts of his beautiful playmates,
And the beds strewn with flowers;
Now thy name is his playmate — that only!
And the hard rocks upstarted
From the sand make the couch where hejies,
Thy Krishna, sad-hearted.
Oh may Harifill each soul,
A^ these gentle verses roll
Telling of the anguish borne
By kindred ones asunder torn!
Oh may Hari unto each
All the lore of loving teach.
All the pain and all the bliss;
Jayadeva prayeth this !
Yea, Lady! in the self-same spot he waits

AVhcre with thy kiss thou taught'st him utmost love,
xVnd drew him, as none else draws, with thy look;
And all day long, and all night long, his cry
is " Radha, Iladha," like a spell said o'er;
And noAvish nor hope
in his heart there lives
Save only this, to slake his spirit's tliirst
For Radha's love on Radha's lips; and [\vA
Peace in the immortal beaut v of thy I)i.>\v.
; :
(
What follows is to theMusic Gurjjari and the Mode
EkatalI.)
Mistress, sweet and bright and lioly!

Meet liim in tliat place;
Cliange liis clieerless melanclioly
Into joy and grace;
If tliou liast forgiven, vex not;
If tliou lovest,go
Watcliing ever by tlie river,
Krislina listens low
Listens low, and on his reed there

Softly sounds by name,
Maliing even mute things plead there
For his hope: 'tis shame
That, while winds are welcome to him.
If from thee they blow,
Mournful ever by the river
Krishna waits thee so 1
When a bird's wing stirs the roses,

"When a leaf falls dead,
Twenty times he recomposes
The flower-seat he has spread:
Twenty times, with anxious glances
Seeking thee in vain,
Sighing ever by the river,
Krishna droops again,
Loosen from thy foot the bangle,

Lest its golden bell.
With a tiny, tattling jangle,

Any false tale tell;
If thou fearest that the moonlight

thy glad face know,
"Will
Draw tliose dark braids lower, Ladyl
But to Krishna go.
Swift and still as lightning's splendor
Let thy beauty come,

Sudden, gracious, dazzling, tender.
To his arms — its home:
Swift as Indra's yellow lightning,
Shining through the night.
Glide to Krishna's lonely bosom,
Take him love and light.
Grant, at last, love's utmost measure,

Giving, give the whole;
Keep back nothing of the treasure
Of thy priceless soul:
Hold with both hands out unto him
Thy chalice, let him drain
The nectar of its dearest draught.
Till not a wish remain.
Only go — the stars are setting,

And thy Krishna grieves;
Doubt and anger quite forgetting,
Hasten through the leaves:
Wherefore didst thou lead him heav'nward
But for this thing's sake?
Comfort him with pity, Radhal
Or his heart must break.
But while Ja2/adeva writes
This rare tale of deep delights —
Jaijadev, whose heart is given
Unto Ilari, Lord in Heaven —
; ;

See that ye too, as ye read,
With a glad and humble heed,
Bend your brows before His face,
That ye may have bliss and grace.
And then the Maid, compassionate, sang on—
Lady, most sweet!

For thy coming feet
He listens in the wood, Avith love sore-tried;
Faintly sighing,
Lilê one a-dying.
He sends his thoughts afoot to meet his bride.
Ah, silent one!

Sunk is the sun,
Tiie darkness falls as deep as Krishna's sorrow
The chakor's strain
Is not more vain
Thau mine, and soon gray dawn will bring white
morrow.
And thine own bliss

Delays by this
The utmost of thy heaven comes only so
When, with hearts beating
And passionate greeting.
Parting is over, and the parted grow
One — one for ever!

And the old endeavor
To be so blended is assuaged at last;
And the glad tears raining

Have nought remaining
Of (Inul)t or 'plaining; and the dread has passed
— — !
Out of each face.

In the close embrace.
That by-and-by embracing will be over;
The ache that causes
Those mournful pauses
In bowers of earth between lover and lover:
To be no more felt.
To fade, to melt
In the strong certainty of joys immortal;
In the glad meeting,
And quick sweet greeting
Of hps that close beyond Time's shadowy portal.
And to thee is given,

Angel of Heaven!
This glory and this joy with Krishna. Go!
Let him attain,
For his long pain,
The prize it promised, —
see thee coming slow.
A vision first, but then

By glade and glen
A lovely, loving soul, true to its home;
—
His Queen his Crown his All, —
Hast'ning at last to fall
Upon his breast, and live there. Radha, come
Come! and come thou, Lord of all.
Unto whom the Three WoiÎds call;
Thou, that didst in angry might,
Kansa, like a comet, smite ;
Thou, that in thy passion tender.

An incarnate spell and splendor,
Hung on Radha's glorious face —
In the garb of Krishna's grace —
—

As above the bloom the bee,
When the honeyed revelry
Is too subtle- sweet an one
Not to hang arid dally on ;
Thou that art the Three Worlds'
Of life the light, of every story
The meaning and the mark, of love
The root and flower, the sky above
<?'
The blue, of bliss the heart, of those.

The lovei's, that which did impose
Ihe gentle late, that each shmild be
The other's Heav'n and harmony.
{Here ends that Sarga of the Otta Govinda entitled
Sakandkshapundarikaksho.)
SARGA THE SIXTH.
DHRISHTAVAIKUNTO.
KRISHNA MADE BOLDER.
But seeing that, for all her loving will,
The flower-soft feet of Radha had not power
To leave their place and go, she sped again
—
That maiden and to Krishna's eager ears
Told how it fared with his sweet mistress there.
(What follows is to the Music Gondakir! and the Mode

RUPAKA.)
Krishna! 'tis thou must come, (she sang)
Ever she waits thee in heavenly boAver;

The lotus seeks not the wandering bee,
The bee must find the flower.
All the wood over her deep eyes roam,

Marvelling sore where tarries the bee,
Who leaves such lips of nectar unsought
As those that blossom for thee.
Her steps would fail if she tried to come,

Would falter and with yearning weak;
fail,
At the first of tlie road they would falter and pause.

And the way is strange to seek.
Find her where she is sitting, then,

With lotus-blossom on ankle and arm
Wearing thine emblems, and musing of nought
But the meeting to be glad, warm. —
To be — *^ but wherefore tarrietli he?"
" What can stay or delay him? go! —
See if the soul of Krishna comes,"
Ten times she sayeth to me so;
Ten times lost in a languorous swoon,

" Now —
he Cometh he cometli," she cries;
And a love-look lights her eyes in the gloom,
And the darkness is sweet with her sighs.
Till, watching in vain, she sinks again
Under the shade of the whispering leaves.
With a heart too full of its love at last
To heed how her bosom heaves.
Shall not these fair verses swell
The member of the wise toho dwell
In the realm of Kama's bliss ^
Jayadev prayeth this,
Jayadev, the bard of Love,
Servant of the Gods above.
For all so strong in Heaven itself
Is Love, that Radha sits drooping there,
Her beautiful bosoms panting with thought,
And the braids drawn back from her ear.
And — angel albeit —her rich lips breathe

Sighs, if sighs were ever so sweet;
And — if spirits can tremble — she trembles now
From forehead to jewelled feet,
And her voice of music sinks to a sob,

And her eyes, like eyes of a ninted roe.
Are tender with looks of yielded love,
With dreams dreamed long ago;
Long —long ago, but soon to grow truth.

To end, and be waking and certain and true;
Ot which dear surety murmur her lips.
As the lips of sleepers do:
And, dreaming, she loosens her girdle-pearls.

And opens lier arras to theempty air.
Then starts, if a leaf of the champak falls.
Sighing, " O leaf! is he there?"
Why dost thou linger in this dull spot,

Haunted by serpents and evil for thee?
iVliy not hasten to Nanda's House?
It is plain, if thine eyes could see.
May Iheê icorda of MgJi endeavor —

Full of (J race and genile favor —
Find out tlioê nhose hearts can feel
What the message did reveal.
)
Wo?'ds that EadJia's messenger

Unto Krishna took from her,
guiding him to come
Sloicly
Through the forest to his home.
Guiding him to find the road
— —
Which led though long to Love's abode.
{Here ends that Sarga of the Gifa Govinda entitled

DlIIlISHTAVAIKUNTO.
SABGA THE SEVENTH.
VIPPiALABDHAVAENANE
N A a A R A N A E A Y A li .
KRISHNA SUPPOSED FALSE.

Meantime the moon, the rolling moon, clonib high,
A.n(l over all A^rindavanti it shone;
Tiie moon Avhicli on the front of gentle niglit
Gleams lilê the chundnn-mark on beauty's brow;
The conscious moon which hath its silver fjico
Marred with the shame of hghliug earthly loves:
And while the round white lamp of earth ro?e hiiilicr,
And still he tarried, Radha, petulant,

^.vun^ soft impatience and half-earnest fears.
'
yi'hatfolloroH is to the Music jMalava and the Mode Yati.)
'Tis time! —he comes not! — will he come?
Can he leave me thus to pine?
Tami he kam sharanani!
Ahl what refuge then is mine?
—

For his sake I sought the wood,
Threaded dark and devious ways;
Yd mi lie kam sharanam !
Cau it be Krishna betrays?
Let me die then, and forget

Anguish, patience, hope, and fear;
Yami he kam sharanam !
Ah, why have I held him dear?
Ah, this soft night torments me,

Thinking that his faithless arms—
Yami lie kam sharanam ! —
Clasp some shadow of my charms.
Fatal shadow —foolish mock!

When the great love shone confessed;
Krishna's lotus loads my breast;
'Tis too heavy, lacking him;

Like a broken flower I am
what are ye?
Necklets, jewels,

The sky is still, the forest sleeps;
Krishna forgets —he loves no more;
He fails in faith, and Radha weeps.
But the poet Jayadet —

He who is great Hari's slave,
He iclio finds asylum siceet
Only at great HarVsfeei;

He who for your comfort sings
All th'S to the Vina's sirinoN —
— —
Prays tliat Radha's tender moan

In your hearts he thought iqion,
And that all her holy grace
Live there like the loved one's face.
Yet,if I wrong him (sang she)— can he fail?
Could any in the wood win back his kisses?

Gould any softest lips of earth prevail
To hold him from my arms? any love-blisses
Blind him once more to mine? O Soul, my prizel

Art thou not merely hindered at this hour?
Sore-wearied, wandering, lost? how otherwise
Shouldst thou not hasten to the bridal-bower?
But seeing far away that Maiden come

Alone, with eyes cast down and lingering steps,
Again a little while she feared to hear
Of Krishna false; and her quick thoughts took shape
In a line jealousy, with words like these—
Something then of earth has held him

From his home above,
Some one of those slight deceivers
Ah, my foolish love!
Some new face, some winsome playmate,

With her hair untied,
And the blossoms tangled in it,
Woos him to her side.
On the dark orbs of her bosom-

Passionately heaved
Sink and rise the warm, white pearl-strings,
Oh, my love deceived 1
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Fair? yes, yesl the rippled shadow
Of that midnight hair
Shows above her brow — as clouds do
O'er the moou —most fair:
And she knows, with wilful paces,

How to make her zone
Gleam and please him; and her ear-rings
Tinkle love ; and grown
Coy as he grows fond, she meets him

With a modest show;
Shaming truth with truthful seeming,
While her laugh— light, low—
And her subtle mouth that murmurs.

And her silken cheek,
And her eyes, say she dissembles
Plain as speech could speak.
Till at length, a fatal victress,

Of her triumph vain,
On his neck she lies and smiles there:^
Ah, my Joy!— my Pain!
But may Radha'sfond annoy.

And may Krishna's daicningjoyy
Warm and waken love more fit—
Jayndeva prayeth —
it
And the griefs and sins assuage

Of this blind and evil age.
O Moon! (she sang) that art so pure and pale.
Is Krishna wan like thee with lonely wailing?

O lamp of love! art thou the lover's friend,
And wilt not bring him, my long pain abating?
! — »
O fruitless moon! thou dost increase my pain;

O faitliless Krishna! I have striven in vain.
And tlien, lost in her fancies sad, she moaned
{What follows is to the Music GurjjarI and the Mode

Ekatali.)
lu vaiD, in vain!
Earth will of earth! I mourn more than I blame;
If he had known, he would not sit aud paint
The tilka on her smooth black brow, nor claim
Quick kisses from her yielded lips false, faint— —
False, fragrant, fatal ! Krishna's quest is o'er
By Jumna's shore!
Vain — it was vaiu

The temptress was too near, the heav'n too far;
I can but weep because he sits aud ties
Garlands of tire-flowers for her loosened hair.

And in its silken shadow veils his eyes
And buries his fond face. Yet I forgave
By Jumna's wave!
Vainly! all vain!

Make then the most of that whereto thou'rt given.
—
Feign her thy Paradise tliy liove of loves;
Say that her eyes are stars, her face the heaven,
Her bosoms the two worlds, with sandal groves
Famtscented, and the kiss marks ah, th}' dream —
By Jumna's stream!
It shall be vain!
And vain to string the emeralds on her arm
Aud hang the milky pearls upon her neck,
! !
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Saying they are not jewels, but a swarm
Of crowded, glossy bees, come there to suck
The rosebuds of her breast, the sweetest flowers
Of Jumna's bowers.
That shall be vain
Nor wilt thou so believe thine own blind wooing,
Nor slake thy heart's thirst even with the cup
Which at the last she brims for thee, undoing
Her girdle of carved gold, and yielding up,
Love's uttermost: brief the poor gain and pride
By Jumna's tide
Because still vain

Is love that feeds on shadow; vain, as thou dost,
To look so deep into the phantom eyes
For that which lives not there; and vain, as thou must,
To marvel why thy painted pleasure flies,
When the fair, false wings seemed folded for ever
By Junma's river.
And vain ! yes, vain
For me too is it, having so much striven,
To see this fine snare take thee, and tliy soul
Which should have climbed to mine, and shared my
heaven.
Spent on a lower loveliness, whose whole
Passion of love were but a parody
Of that kept here for thee.
Ahaha! vain!
For on some isle of Jumna's silver stream
He gives all that they ask to those dull eyes.
While mine which are his angel's, mine which gleam
With light that might have led him to the skies—
—
That almost led him are eclipsed with tears
Wailing my fruitless prayers.
; ! —
THE INDIAN BONO OF SONGS. 53
But thou, good Friend,

Hang not thy head for shame, nor come so slowl}^
As one whose message
is too hard to tell;
Ifthou must say Krishna is forfeit wholly

—
Wholly forsworn and -lost let the grief dwell
—
Where the sin doth, except in this sad lieart,
Which cannot shun its part.
great Ilari ! purge from wrong

The sold of 1dm who icrites this song;
Purge the souls of those that read
From everg fault of thought and deed;
With thy blessed light assuage
The darkness of this exil age I
Jayadev the hard of love,
Servant of the Gods above,
Prays it for himself and you —
Gentle hearts who listen / — too.
Then in this other strain she wailed his loss —

{What follows is to the IIusicDbsh ay ahadi and the Mode
RUPAKA.)
She, not Radha, wins the crown
Whose false lips were dearest;
What was distant gain to hmi
When sweet loss stood nearest?
Love her, therefore, lulled to loss
On her fatal bosom
Love her with such love as she
Can give back in the blossom.
Love her, O thou rash lost soul
With thy thousand graces;
Coin rare thoughts into fair words
For her face of faces:
— —

Praise it, fling away for it
Life's purpose in a sigh,

All for those lips like flnwer-leaves,
And lotus-dark deep eye.
Nay, and thou shalt be happy too

Till the fond dream is over;
And she shall taste delight to hear
The wooing of her lover;
The breeze that brings the sandal up
From distant green Malay,
Shall seem all fragrance in the night,
All coolness in the day.
The crescent moon shall seem to swim

Only that she may see
The glad eyes of my Krishna gleam,
And her soft glances he;
It shall be as a silver lamp
Set in the sky to show
The rose-leaf palms that cling and clasp.
And the breast that beats below.
The thought of parting shall not lie
Cold on their throbbing lives,

The dread of ending shall not chill
The glow beginning gives;
She in her beauty dark shall look
As long as clouds can be
As gracious as the rain-time cloud
Kissing the shining sea.
And he, amid his playmates old,

At least a little while,
Shall not breathe forth again the sigh
That spoils the song and smile;
; —
Shall be left wnolly to his choice,

Free for his pleasant sin,
With the golden-girdled damsels
Of the bowers I found him in.
For me. his Angel, only
The sorrow and the smart,
The pale grief sitting on the brow
The dead hope in the heart;
For me the loss of losing,
For me the ache and dearth
My king crowned with the wood-flowers!
My fairest upon earth!
Han, Lord and King of love !
From thy throne of light above
Stoop to help us, deign to take
Our spirits to tJiee for the sake
Of this song, which speaks the fears
Of all who weep with Uadha's tears.
But love is strong to pardon, slow to part,
And still the Lady, in her fancies, sang
Wind of the Indian stream!

A little — oh! a little — breathe once more
The fragrance like his mouth's! blow from thy shore
A last word as he fades into a dream;
Bodiless Lord of love!

Show him once more to me a minute's space,
My Krishna, with the love-look in his face.
And then I come to my own place above;
I will depart and give

All back to Fate and her : I will submit
To thy stern will, and bow myself to it.
Enduring still, though desolate, to live:
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If it indeed be life,
Even so resigning, to sit pr.ticnce-mad,

To feci the zepliyrsbuin, the sunlight sad.
The peace of holy heaven, a restless strife.
Haho! what words are these?

How I live and lose him? how not go
can
Whither love draws me for a soul loved so?
How yet endure such sorrow? — or how cease?
Wind of the Indian wave!
If that thou canst, blow poison here, not nard;
God of tiie five shafts! shoot thy sharpest hard.
And kill me, Radha, — Radha who forgave!
Or, bitter River,
Yamiin! be Yama's sister! be Death's kin!
Swell thy wave up to me and gulf me in,
Cooling this cruel, burning pain forever.
Ah ! if only visions stir

Grief so passionate in her,
Wlmt divine grief icill not talce,
Spirits in heaven for the sake

Of those who miss love ? Oh, he uise /
Mark this story of the skies;
Meditate Govinda ever,
Sitting by the sacred river,
The mystic stream, lohich o'er his feet
Glides slow, with murmurs low and sweet,
Tillnone can tell whetJier those be
Blue lotus-blooms, seen veiledly
Under the tcave, or mirrored gems
Reflected from the diadems
TEE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS.
Bound on the hroics of mighty Gods,
Who lean from out their pure abodes,
And leave their bright felicities
To guide great Krishna to his skies.
{Here ends that Sarga of the Giat Govinda entitled

VlPRALABDHAVARiSTANE NaGARANARAYANO.)
SARGA THE EIGHTH.
KHAISTDITAVARNANE
yiLAKSHALAKSHMIPATI.
THE REBUKING OF KRISHNA.
For when the weary night had worn away
In these vain fears, and the clear morning broke,
Lo, Krishna! lo, the longed-for of her soul
Came too! — in the glad light he came, and bent
His knees, and clasped his hands; on his dumb lips
Fear, wonder, joy, passion, and reverence
Strove for the trembling words, and Radha knew
Joy won for him and her; yet none the less
A little time she chided him, and sang,
{What follows is to the Music BhairavI and the Mode
Yati.)
Krishna! — then thou hast found me! —and thine eyes

Heavy and sad and stained, as if with weeping!
Ah! is it not that those which were thy prize
So radiant seemed that all night thou wert keeping
—

Vigils of tender wooing? —
have thy Love!
Here no place for vows broken in making;
is
Thou Lotus-eyed thou soul for wliom I strove!

1
Go! ere I listen, my just mind forsaking.
Krishna! my Krishna with the woodland-wreath!

Return, or I shall soften as I blame;
^The while thy very lips are dark to the teeth
Witli dye that from her lids and lashes came,
Left on the mouth I touched. Fair traitor! go!
Say not they darkened, lacking food and sleep
Long waiting for my face; I turn it —so
Go! ere I half believe thee, pleading deep;
But wilt thou plead, wdien, like a love-verse printed

On the smooth polish of an emerald,
I see the marks she stamped, the kisses dinted
Large lettered, by her lips? thy speech withheld
—
Speaks all too plainly; go, abide thy choice!
If thou dost stay, I shall more greatly grieve thee;
—
Not records of her victory? peace, dear voice!
Hence with that godlike brow, lest I believe thee.
For dar'st thou feign the saffron on thy bosom

Was not implanted in disloyal embrace?
Or that this many-colored love-tree blossom
Shone not, but yesternight, above her face?
Comest thou here, so late, to be forgiven,
O thou, in whose eyes Truth Avas made to live?
O thou, so worthy else of grace and heaven?
thou, so nearly won? Ere I forgive.
—
Go, Krishna! go! lest I should think, unwise,
Thy heart not false, as thy long lingering seems,
Lest, seeing myself so imaged in thine eyes,
1 shame the name of Pity —turn to dreams
)——
TEE IKDIAJS' SONG OF 80NG8. 59
Th8 sitcrecl sound of vows; make Virtue grudge

Her praise to Mercy, calling thy sins liglit;
Go tiierefore, dear ofleuder! go! thy Judge

Had best not see thee to give sentence right.*
But may lie grant us peace at last and bliss
Who heard, — and smiled to hear, — delays like this,

Delays that dallied with a dream come true.
Fond wilful angers; for the maid laughed too
To see, as Radha ended, her hand take
His dark robe for her veil, and Krishna make
The word she spoke for pa/rting kindliest sign
He should not go, but stay. grace divine,
Be ou7's too ! Jayadev, the Poet of love
Prays it from Hari, lordliest above.
{Here ends that Sarga of the Gita Govinda entitled
EhANDITAVARNANE VlLAKSHALAKSHlNIIPATI.
SAEGA THE NINTH
KALAHAiSTTARITAVARNANE
MUGDHAMUKUNDO.
THE END OF KRISHNA'S TRIAL.
Yet not quite did the doubts of Radha die,
Nor her sweet brows unbend; but she, the Maid
Knowing her heart so tender, her soft arms
Aching to take him in, her rich mouth sad
For the coming of liis kiss, and these fears false
Spalê yet a little in fair words like these,
* The text here is not closely followed.

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{What follows is to the Music Gurjjari and the Mode
Yati.)
The lesson that thy faithful love has taught him

He has heard;
The wind of spring, obeying thee, hath brought him
At thy word
What joy in all the three worlds was so precious
To thy miud?
Md kooroo mdnini mdnamay^*
Ah, be kind!
No longer from his earnest eyes conceal

Thy delights;
Lift thj'' face, and let the jealous veil reveal
All his rights;
The glory was but given
of thy beauty
For content;
Md kooroo mdiiini mdnamaye,
Oh, relent!
Remember, being distant, how he bore thee

In his heart;
Look on him sadly turning from before thee
To depart
Is he not the soul thou lovedst, sitting lonely
In the wood?
Md kooroo mdnini mdnamaye,
'Tis not good!
He who grants thee high delight in bridal- bower

Pardons long;
What the gods do love may do at such an hour
Without wrong;
* My proud one do not indulge

1 in scorn.
; ;;
Why weepest tliou? why keepest thou in anger

Thy lashes down?
Md kooroo mdnini mdnamaye.
Do not frown I
now, and look on him, bestowing.

Lift thine eyes
Without speech;
Let him pluck at last the flower so sweetly growing
In his reach
The fruit of lips, of loving tones, of glances
That forgive;
Md kooroo mdmni mdnamayh,
Let him live!
Let him speak with thee, and pray to thee, and prove
thee
All his truth;
Let his silent loving lamentation move thee
Asking ruth
How know est thou? Ah, listen, dearest Lady,
He is there
Md kooroo mdnini mdnamay^,
Thou must hear!
rare t)oice, which is a

Unto all on ',arth wlio dwell /
O rich voloe
of raphtrous love^
Making melody above /

Krishna's, Ilari's —one in two,
Sound these mortal verses through I
Sound like that softfiute which made
Such a magic in the shade —
Calling deer-eyed maidens nigh.
Waking wish and stirring sigh.
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Thrilling blood and melting breasts,
Whispering love's divine unrests,
Winning blessings to descend,

Bringing earthly ills to end; —
Be thou heard in this song now
Thou, the great Enchantment, thou !

Kalahantarita-varnane Mugdhamukundo. )
SARGA THE TENTH.
MANINIVARNANE
CHATUEACHATUKBHUJO.
KRISHNA IN PARADISE.
But she, abasing still her glorious eyes.
And still not yielding face to bim,
all lier
Relented, till with softer upturned look

Slie smiled, while the Maid pleaded; so thereat
Came Krishna nearer, and his eager lips
Mixed sighs with words in this fond song he sang,
[What follows is to the Music DESiiiYAVARADi and the

Mode ASHTATALI.)
O angel of my hope! O my heart's home!
My fear is lost in love,my love in fear;
This bids me trust my burning wish, and come,
That checks me with its memories, drawing near:
Lift up thy look, and let the thing it saith
End fear with grace, or darken love to death.
; —
Or only speak once more, for though thou slay me,

Thy heavenly mouth must move, and I shall hear
Dulcet delights of perfect music sway me

—
Again again that voice so blest and dear;
Sweet Judge! the prisoner prayeth for his doom
That he may hear his fate divinely come.
Speak once more! then thou canst not choose but show
Thy mouth's unparalleled and honeyed wonder
Where, like pearls hid in red lipped sliells, the row
Of pearly teeth thy rose-red lips lie under;
Ah me! I am that bird that woos the moon.
And pipes— poor fool! to make it glitter soon.
Yet hear me on —because I cannot stay

The passion of my soul, because my gladness
Will pour forth from my heart,— since that far day
When through the mist of all my sin and sadness
Thou didst vouchsafe— Surpassing One!— to break,
All else I slighted for thy noblest sake. .
Thou, thou hast been my blood, my breath, my being;

The pearl to plunge for in the sea of life;
The sight to strain for, past the bounds of seeing;
The victory to win through longest strife;
My Queen! my crowned Mistress! my sphered bride!
Take this for truth, that what I say beside
Of bold love —grown full-orbed at sight of thee

May be forgiven with a quick remission
For, thou divine fulfilment of all hope!
Thou all-undreamed completion of the vision!
I gaze upon thy beauty, and my fear
Passes as clouds do, when the moon shines clear.
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So if thou'rt angry still, this sliall avail,
Look straight at me, and let thy bright glance wound
me;
Fetter me! gyve me! lock me in the gaol
Of thy delicious arms; make fast around me
The sillv-soft manacles of wrists and hands,
Then kill me! I shall never break those bands.
The starlight jewels flashing on thy breast

Have not my right to hear thy beating heart;
The happy jasmine-buds that clasp thy waist
Are soft usurpers of my place and part;
If that fair girdle only there must shine.
Give me the girdle's life —the girdle mine!
Thy brow like smooth BandhUka-leaves; thy cheek
Which the dark-tinted Madhuk's velvet shows;
Thy long-lashed Lotus eyes, lustrous and meek;
Thy nose a Tila-bud; thy teeth like rows
Of Kuuda-petals! he who pierceth hearts
Points with thy loveliness all five darts.
But Radiant, Perfect, Sweet, Supreme, forgive!

My heart is wise —my tongue is foolish still:
I know where 1 am come — I know I live

I know that thou art Radha— that this Avill
Last and be heaven: that I have leave to rise
iFp from thy feet, and look into thine eyes!
And, nearer coming, I ask for grace

Now that the blest eyes turn to mine;
Faithful I stand in this sacred place
Since first I saw them shine:
Dearest glory that stills my voice.
Beauty unseen, unknown, unthought*.
Splendor of love, in whose sweet light
— —
Darkness is past and nought;

Ab, beyond words that sound on eartli,
Golden bloom of the garden of heaven 1
Jtadha, enchantress! Radha, the queen!

Be this trespass forgiven
In that 1 dare, "with courage too much
—
And a heart afraid, so bold it is grown
To hold thy hand with a bridegroom's touch,
And take thee for mine, mine own.*
So tliey met and so they ended
Pain and jmrting, being blended

—
Life with life made one for ever
In high love; and Jayadexa
Ilasteneih on to close the story
Of their bridal grace and glory.
Maninivakmane Chaturachaturbhujo. )
SARGA THE ELEVENTH.
EADHIKAMILANE
SANANDADAMODAEO.
THE UNION OF RADHA AND KRISHNA.
Thus followed soft and lasting peace, and griefs
Died while she listened to his tender tongue,
Her eyes of antelope alight with love;
And while he led the way to the bride-bower
The maidens of her train adorned her fair
With golden marriage-cloths, and sang this song,
* Much here also is necessarily paraphrased.

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^Yhat follows is to the Music Vasanta and the Mode
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Follow, happy Radha! follow,—

la the quiet falling twilight
The steps of him who followed thee
So steadfastly aud far;
Let us bring thee where the Banjulas
Have spread a roof of crimson,
Lit up by many a marriage-lamp
Of planet, sun, aud star:
For the hours of doubt are over,
And thy glad and faithful lover
Hath found the road by tears and prayers
To thy divinest side;
And thou wilt not now deny him
One delight of all thy beauty,
But yield up open-hearted
His pearl, his prize, his bride.
Oh, follow! while we fill the air

With songs and softest music;
Lauding thy wedded loveliness,
Dear Mistress past compare!
For there is not any splendor
Of Apsarasas immortal
No glory of their beauty rich
But Radha has a share;
Oh, follow! while we sing the song
That fills the worlds with longing.
The music of the Lord of love
Who melts all hearts with bliss;
For now is born the gladness

That springs from mortal sadness,
And all soft thoughts and things and hopes
Were presages of this.
Then, follow, happiest Lady!

Follow him thou lovest wholly;
The hour is come to follow now
The soul thy spells have led;
His are thy breasts like jasper-cups,
And his thine eyes like planets;
Thy fragrant hair, thy stately neck,
Thy queenly sumptuous head;
Thy soft small feet, thy perfect lips,
Thy teeth like jasmine petals,
Thy gleaming rounded shoulders.
And long caressing arms.
Being thine to give, are his; and his
The twin strings of thy girdle.
And his the priceless treasure
Of thine utter-sweetest charms.
So follow while the flowers break

! forth.
In white and amber clusters,
At the breath of thy pure presence,
And the radiance on thy brow;
Oh, follow where the Asokas wave
Their sprays of gold and purple,
As if to beckon thee the way
That Krishna passed but now;
He is gone a little forward!
Though thy stops are faint for pleasure.
Let him hear the tattling ripple
! — ——
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Of the bangles round thy feet;
Moving slowly o'er the blossoms
On the path which he has shown thee,
That when he turns to listen
It may make his fond heart beat.
And loose thy jewelled gii'dle

A little, that its rubies
May tinkle softest music too,
And whisper thou art near;
Though now% if in the forest
Thou should'st bend one blade of Kusha
With silken touch of passing foot,
His heart wôuld know and hear;
Would hear the wood-buds saying,
" It is Radha's foot that passes;"
Would hear the wind sigh love-siclc,
"It Radha's fragrance, this;"

is
Would hear thine own heart beating

Within i\\y panting bosom.
And know thee coming, coming,
His — ever, — ever— his
" Mine!'" —
hark! we are near enough for hearing-
—
" Soon she will come she icill smile she will say —
Honey-sweet loords of heavenly endearing ;
soul ! listen ; my Bride is on her way T
Hear'st him not, my Radha?
Lo, night bendeth o'er thee
Darker than dark Tamala-leaves
To list thy marriage-song;
Dark as the touchstone that tries gold,
And see now — on before thee
Those lines of tender liglit that creep
The clouded sky alouK:
—— —
O night! that trieth gold of love,

This love is proven perfect!
O lines that streak the touchstone sky.
Flash forth true shining goldl
O rose-leaf feet, go boldly!
O night! —that lovest lovers
Thy softest robe of silence
About these bridals fold I
See'st thou not, my Radha?

Lo, the night, thy bridesmaid,
Comes! —her eyes thick-painted
With soorma of the gloom
The night that binds the planet-worlds
For jewels on her forehead.
And for emblem and for garland
Loves the blue-black lotus-bloom;
The night that scents her breath so sweet
With cool and musky odors,
That joys to spread her veil of shad^
Over the limbs of love;
And when, with loving weary,
Yet dreaming love, they slumber,
Sets the far stars for silver lamps
To light them from above.
So came she where he stood, awaiting her
At the bower's entry, like a god to see.
With marriage-gladness and the grace of heaven.
The great pearl set upon his glorious head
Shone like a moon among the leaves, and shone
Like stars the gems that kept her gold gown close:
—
But still a little while she paused abashed
At her delight, of her deep joy afraid
And they that tended her sang once more this.
{What follows is to the Music Vahadi and the Mode

RUPAKA.)
Enter, thrice-happy! enter, thrice-desired!

And let the gates of Hari shut thee in
With the soul destined to thee from of old.
Tremble not! lay thy lovely shame aside;

Lay it aside with thine unfastened zone,
And love him with the love that knows not fear;
Because it fears not change; enter thou in,

Flower of all sweet and stainless womanhood!
For ever to grow bright, for ever new;
Enter beneath the flowers, O flower-fair!

Beneath these tendrils, Loveliest! that entwine
And clasp, and wreathe and cling, with kissing stems;
Enter, with tender-blowing airs of heaven

Soft as love's breath and gentle as the tones
Of lover's whispers, when the lips come close:
Enter the house of Love, O loveliest!

Enter the marriage-bower, most beautiful!
And take and give the joy that Hari grants.
Thy heart has entered, let thy feet go too!

Lo, Krishna! lo, the one that thirsts for thee!
Give him the drink of amrit from thy lips.
Then she, no more delaying, entered straight;

Her step a little faltered, but her face
Shone with unutterable quick love; and —while
— —! — "
The music of lier bangles passed the porch

Shame, which had lingered in her downcast e3"es,
Departed shamed * and like the mighty deep,
. . .
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life

Uprose to drink her beams.

Eadhikamilane Sanandadamodaro.)
Harikeepyoul He whose might,

On the King of Serpents seated,
Flashes forth in dazzling light
From the Great Snake's gems repeated:
Hari keep you! He whose graces,
Manifold in majest}^
Multiplied in heavenly places
Multiply on earth to see —
Better with a hundred eyes
Her bright charms who by him lies.
What skill may he in singing,

What worship sound in song,
WJiat lore be taught in loving,
What right divined from wrong
Such things hath — Jayadeva
In Hymn of Love,
this his
Which lauds Govinda — ever,

Displayed; may all approve
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Mysterious Island,PtI 1 1. 15 238. The Virginians, Part I.. 20 299. Astoria ....20
«86. fcir Brown at Oxford, The Virginians, Part 1 1. 20 300. Novels by Eminent Handsio
2 Parts, each .....15 239. Erling the Bold 20 301. Companions of Columbus2o
187. Thicker than Water.... 20 240. KeneTm Chillingly. .. . . .20 302. NoThoroughfare 10
188. In Silk Attire 20 241. Deep Down ....20 303. Character Sketches, etc. 10
189. Scottish Chiefs, Part I.. 20 242. Samuel Brohl & Co 20 304. Christmas Books. .... .20
Scottish Chiefs, Part II. 20 243. Gautran 20 305. A
Tour on the Prairies.. .10
190. Willy Reilly 20 244. Bleak House, Part I.... 20 306. Ballads ti5
191. The Nautz Family 20 Bleak House, Part 1 1... 20 307; Yellowplush Papers 10
192. Great Expectations 20 245. What Will He Do With 308. Life of Mahomet, Part 1. 15
193. Hist.of Pendennis,Pt I.. 20 It ? 2 Parts, each 20 Life of Mahomet, Pt. II. IS
Hist.of Pendennis,Pt II 20 246. Sketches of YoungCouples. 10 309. Sketchesand Travels in
194. Widow Bedott Papers ..20 247. Devereux 20 i' London ....10
195. Daniel Deronda, Part I.. 20 248. Life of Webster, Part 1. 15 310. Oliver Goldsmith,Irving.2o
Daniel Deronda, Part II.20 0- Life of Webster, Pt. 11. 15 311. Captain Bonneville ....20
196. AltioraPeto 20 249. The Crayon Papers 20 312. Golden Girls 20
197. By the Gate of the Sea. 15. 250. The Caxtons, Part I.... 15 313. English Humorists le
198. Tales of a Traveller 20 The Caxtons, Part II... 15 314. Moorish Chronicles 10
199. Life and Voyages of Co- 251. Autobiography of An- 315. Winifred Power 20
lumbus, 2 Parts, each. 20 thony TroUope 20 316. Great HoggartyDiamond 10
200. The Pilgrim's Progress.. 20 252. Critical Reviews, etc. ... 10 317. Pausanias 15
201. MartinChuzzlewitjP'rt I.20 253. Lucretia ..20 318. The New Abelard 20
MartinChuzzlewit,P't II.20 254. Peter the Whaler 20 319. A
Real Queen 20
202. Theophrastus Such 10 255. Last of the Barons. Pt I.15 320. The Rose and the Ring.20
203. Disarmed 15 Last of the Barons,Pt.II. 15 321. Wolfert's Roost and Mis-
204. Eugene Aram 20 256. Eastern Sketches 15 cellanies, bv Irving.. . - 10
205. The Spanish Gypsy, &c.ao 257. All in a Garden Fair.. ..20 322. Mark Seaworth 20
206. Cast up by the Sea 20 258. File No. 113 «..2o 323. Life of Paul Jones 20
207. Mill on the Floss, Part T.15 259. The Parisians, Part I... 20 324. Round the World 20
Mill on the Floss, P't II. 15 The Parisians, Part II.. 20 325. Elbow Room 20
208. Brother Jacob, etc 10 260. Mrs.Darling*s Letters. ..20 326. The Wizard's Son 25
209. The Executor 20 261. Master Humphrey's 327. Harry Lorrequer 20
2 10. American Notes 15 Clock 10 328. How It All Came Round. 20
211. The Newcomes, Part I.. 20 262. Fatal 6oot9,etc 10 329. Dante Rosetti's Poems. 20
The Newcomes, Part II.20 263. The Alhambra. .15 330. The Canon's Ward 20
212. The Privateersman 20 331. Lucile,by O. Meredith. 20
213. The Three Feathers.... 20 332. Every Day Cook Book.. 20
214. Phantom Fortune....... 20 333. Lays of Ancient Rome.. 20
215. The Red Eric .=.20 367. TheHaunted House, etc. 10 334. Life of Bums 20
216. Lady Silverdale's Sweet- 268. When the Ship Comes 335. The Young Foresters. .. 20
heart 10 Home 10 336. John Bull andHis Island 20
217. The Four MacriMl's. ..«» 869. One False, both Fair.... 20 337. Salt Water, by Kingston. 20
2i8.Mr.PisistratusBrown,M.P.io 270. The Mudfog Papers, etc. to 338. The Midshipman 20
219. Dombeyand Son,Part I.20 271. My Novel, 3 Parts, each.20 339. Proctor's Poems 20
Dombey and Son,Part II.20 272. Conquest of Granada. ..20 340. Clayton's Rangers. . ... .20
220. Book of Snobs 10 2 73. Sketches by Boz 20 341. Schiller's Poems 20
221. Fairy Tales, Illustrated.. 20 274. AChristmas Carol, etc. . 15 342. Goethe's Faust 20
222. The Disowned..... 20 275. lone Stewart 20 343. Goethe's Poems 20
223. Little Dorrit, Part 1 20 276. Harold, 2 Parts, each... 15 344. Life of Thackeray 10
Little Dorrit, Part II ... .20 277. Dora Thome 20 345. Dante's Vision of Hell,
224. Abbotsford and New. 278. Maid of Athens. 20 purgatory and Paradise.. 20
stead Abbey 10 279. Conquest of Spain 10 346. An Interesting Case.... 20
225. Oliver Goldsmith, Black 10 280. Fitzboodle Papers, etc.. 10 347. Life of Byron, Nichol...io
226. The Fire Brigade 20 281. Bracebridge Hall 20 348. Life of Bunyan 10
227. Rifle and Hound in Cey- 282. Uncommercial Traveller.20 349. Valerie's Fate 10
lon 20 283. Roundabout Papers 20 350. Grandfather Lickshingle.20
228. Our Mutual Friend.P't 1. 20 284. Rossmoyne 20 351. Lays of the Scottish Ca-
^ OurMutualFriend,P't II.20 285. ALegend of the Rhine, valiers 20
229. Paris Sketches 15 etc .....10 352. Willis* Poems 20
230. Belinda 20 286. Cox's Diary, etc 10 353. Tales of the French Re-
231. Nicholas Nickleby.P't 1. 20 287. Beyond Pardon 20 volution IS
NicholasNickleby.P't n.20 288. Somebody'sLuggage,etc,io 354. Loom and Lugger.... ..20
232. Monarch of Mincing 289. Godolphin. 20 355. More Leaves from a Life
Lane 20 290. Salmagundi 20 in the Highlands iJ
233. Eight Years' Wanderings 291. Famous Funny Fellows. 20 356. Hygiene ofthe Airain. ..25
Ceylon
in 20 292. Irish Sketches, etc 20 357. Berkeley the Banker. ...20
234. Pictures from Italy 15 293. The Battle of Life, etc. 10 358. Homes Abroad 15
235. Adventures of Philip, Pt 1. 15 294. Pilgrims of the Rhine ...15 359. Scott's Lady of the Lake, «s
Adventures of Philip, Pt II. 15 295. Random Shots 20 with notes.... ao
136. Knickerbocker History 206. Men's Wives 10 360. Modem Christianity a
of New York ....ao 297. Mystery of Edwin Drood.2o civilized H eathenism, . . . r'
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" TJie Light of Asm,"' " Pearls of the Faith,'' etc.

terpretation, at any rate, though disputed by certain au-

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recollection of this celestial origin abides deep in the

and the intoxication of the senses it now

sweet serenity of its pristine condition. Then the soul be-

and futile objects; it grows a- wearied of things sensual,

"Radha is supreme in beauty, with a loveliness which

and once reconciled, is beyond measure tender. The . . .

remedy for the illusions of sense sansdra is placed by —

existence, and Radha, in my judgment, represents this

flies from and disowns the mind possessed by sensual

THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 3

objects, but goes to meet and gladly inhabit that which

returns to the perception of what things in love are

gar amours of those popular deities might present them-

each the name of the mode in which it was to be sung,

THE INDIAN SONG OF 80N0S. 7

orchestra. In that fantastic system the old Aryan com-

dim for dJiyvut, the neigh of the horse; and ni fovni-

single word may be written in a hundred and eight

marriage-strain; the stooti, or eulogistic chants; and the

Jayadeva, a native of Kinduvilva or Kendoli, in

half -human Krishna; and in turning into a religious

Sanskrit scholars (among whose honorable number the

He wlio wrote these tilings for thee,

Of tlie Son of Wassoodee,

THE INDIAN SONG OF SONGS. 11

With his shlokes

{What follows is to the Music Malava and the Mode

The round world rested on thy spacious nape;

The world upon thy curving tusk sate sure,

When thou thy Giant-Foe didst seize and rend, ^

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The sins of this sad earth thou didst assoil,

To thee the fell Ten -Headed yielded life.

We praise thee, Wielder of the sweeping sAvord,

And fill this song of Jayadev with thee.

Fish! that didst outswira the flood;

Boar! who with thy tush held'st high

Of thine own the sure Defender!