किछु किछु उतपति अंकुर भेल ।
चरण-चपल-गति लोचन नेल ।।
अब सब खण रहुं आंचरे हात ।
लाजे सखीगणे ना रछये बात ।।
की कहब माधव बयस कि संधि ।
हेरइते मनसिज मन रहु बंदि ।।
तइ ओ काम ह्रदये अनुपाम ।
रोयल घट उचल करि ठाम ।।
शुनिते रसेर कथा थापये चित ।
जइसे कुरंगिंणि शुनइ संगीत ।।
शैशव यौवन उपजल बाद ।
कोई न मानइ जय अवसाद ।।
विध्यापति कौतुक बलिहारि ।
सोसव सो तछु छोड़ि नाहिं पारि ।।
चरण-चपल-गति लोचन नेल ।।
अब सब खण रहुं आंचरे हात ।
लाजे सखीगणे ना रछये बात ।।
की कहब माधव बयस कि संधि ।
हेरइते मनसिज मन रहु बंदि ।।
तइ ओ काम ह्रदये अनुपाम ।
रोयल घट उचल करि ठाम ।।
शुनिते रसेर कथा थापये चित ।
जइसे कुरंगिंणि शुनइ संगीत ।।
शैशव यौवन उपजल बाद ।
कोई न मानइ जय अवसाद ।।
विध्यापति कौतुक बलिहारि ।
सोसव सो तछु छोड़ि नाहिं पारि ।।
A LITTLE and a little now
see the bright bud half open blow.
Her swift and wilful feet grown wise
Yield their rudderless gait to the eyes.
Ever her hand to her bosom's dress
Clings to control its waywardness.
Afraid to utter her shy hushed thought
Her comrade-girls she questions not.
Madhav, how shall faltering word
Her sweet and twilight age record ?
Love, even Love, beholding her
In his own bonds her captive were.
Nay but the lord of all desire
Her heart's precincts raising higher
Has set for passion's sacred duty
Alters of surpassing beauty.
Love's speech her listening heart doth stop
As the hunter's song the antelope
Two powers dispute this beauteous prize.
Nougth one deems gained while aught there is
To gain, nor the other failure owns
While yet he holds to his golden thrones
Still with sweet violence she clings
To her loved childhood's parting wings.
see the bright bud half open blow.
Her swift and wilful feet grown wise
Yield their rudderless gait to the eyes.
Ever her hand to her bosom's dress
Clings to control its waywardness.
Afraid to utter her shy hushed thought
Her comrade-girls she questions not.
Madhav, how shall faltering word
Her sweet and twilight age record ?
Love, even Love, beholding her
In his own bonds her captive were.
Nay but the lord of all desire
Her heart's precincts raising higher
Has set for passion's sacred duty
Alters of surpassing beauty.
Love's speech her listening heart doth stop
As the hunter's song the antelope
Two powers dispute this beauteous prize.
Nougth one deems gained while aught there is
To gain, nor the other failure owns
While yet he holds to his golden thrones
Still with sweet violence she clings
To her loved childhood's parting wings.
-- jai sri radhe
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