INTRODUCTION. 65 her without a fault? Like the lotus when the rays of the sun are gone she pines away. That beauty which once put to shame the lightning's flash is seen no more. The plight in which I left her is pitiable. I doubt if there is still life in her. A maid holds before her nose the fine thread of the lotus plant, for witness if there still be breath. When her own hand she sees, she takes it for a lotus, and it reminds her of thee. Then she covers her hand, and in doing so, the bracelets make a sound which she mistakes for the humming of the bees—reminding her again of thee. And the wailing, that she involuntarily utters is re-echoed, and this she takes for the cuckoo's cooings. This too reminds her of thee. The whole world brings the memory of thee back to her and whatever she beholds throws her into a trance. Providence made thee a veritable thunder-bolt to crush a soft lily. If it is thy wish to have a sight of her yet while she is living, accompany me to the Vrindå-groves. Krisna–No need of any further talk, dear Chandrā. Within a day or two I go to your groves. Chandrä-Say precisely when thou wilt go. Krisna—To morrow positively. Chandrā–Such a promise thou once gavest us, but how can we rely on it 2 Krisnă—Chandrā, wicked woman, do you think I have no heart and cannot feel? Chandrà–I doubt if thou hast a heart. Thou lookest the more glorious now with thy dark-blue colour. There is no sign of grief in thee. Hear me! You are dark; and if your dark would change to fair, then and then only could we believe that the thought of the fair one has worked through your flesh. Krisna–In my mind the thought of the fair one is uppermost. My dark colour will I change, I assure you.” This will be so. Chandrä-We shall see. Now say again when thou wilt go.
- The future incarnation of Krison as Chaitanya who was of a fair colour is prophenied here.
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