Chaupaee
He also went along with Atith
In eagerness, he thought over, and while walking along, he asked,
He said to her (the woman).
‘Oh, Lady, you listen to me’(17)
Dohira
(The Lady,) ‘You realise what a bad act I have committed. Had you
Told me so earlier I would have done the same to you.’ (18)
She killed her son, the lover and the husband, and, with the beat of
The drums she immolated herself with her husband and became a Sati.(19)
Arril
Never let a woman know what is in your mind.
Rather learn what are her internal thoughts.
Once she is in the know of the secret, that must become an open
Secret otherwise you will have to repent thereafter.(20)(l)
Eleventh Parable of Auspicious Chritars Conversation of the Raja and the Minister, Completed with Benediction. (11)(204)
Dohira
In the city of Brindaban, what did Radhika, the daughter of Brikh Bhan, do?
Now I am going to narrate the Chritar of that lady.(1)
She was obsessed with the love of Krishna and, day and night, searched for him,
The one who could not be acquiesced by Vyas, Prasur, Sur, Asur and other Rishis, (the Vedic saints).(2)
(She thought,) ‘For whose sake I have abandoned all my modesty and wealth,
“How can I get my loved-one to satiate my passion?”(3)
With her heart full of affection, she entrusted a confidant to device
Some pretext to enable her to meet Krishna.(4)
Arril
‘Make me to meet the one whose enigma Braham, Vyas and Vedas, could not concede,
‘Even Shiva, Sanik and Shesh-naag believed him beyond horizons,
‘And whose benevolence were chanted world over.’
Thus she pleaded to meet the eminent man.(5)
Kabit
‘I have been languishing in his remembrance, my body has turned into ashes (of passion), ‘Tell him about my wearing a patched coat and a cap of a renouncer in his memory.
‘I have adorned saffron clothes (of an ascetic), my eyes have turned red in pain and I am living on the food of his thought.
‘I take my bath in my tears, and, while craving for his vision, my eyes are producing smoky flames.
‘O, my friend! Go and do tell the son of Nand the story of the self modification of the eyes of the milk-maids.’(6)
She kept waiting in her full adornment when Krishna passed by endowing a glimpse.
‘O my mother! Where could I go to poison myself to death?
‘I feel like the scorpions have bitten me.
‘He has stolen my heart and taken it away wrapped up in his turban (mind).(7)
Dohira
‘O my beloved! I am intoxicated in your separation, I cannot bear any more.
‘In desperation I have written you this letter.(8)
Kabit
‘Your eyes are epitome of beauty and melody and are the treasure of the charm of the she-deer and the fish
‘And thrive the heart, and are the paragons of benevolence.
‘O, my friend! Your vision is as sweet as honey, and sharp, as well,
Like the arrows of Sri Ram Chander.’(9)
Dohira
Then, Radha called a friend of hers known as Prabha.
She revealed to her all her aspirations, and sent her to Sri Krishna,(10)
Through a letter she conveyed, ‘Your Radha has been pierced in Your
Separation. Please come and meet her.(11)
‘Alienated by you, your maid is dying and you may narrate this during
Any of your lessons.’(l2)
After the maid, Prabha, had discerned the whole situation,
She went to the place where Sri Krishna was sitting majestically.(l3)
Chaupaee
When Sri Krishna opened the letter and read,
On reading the letter Sri Krishna perceived the true love she was in.
All the letters of epistle, studded with diamonds and pearls,
Instilled a deep compassion in his heart.(14)
Savaiyya
O Lord Krishna! Your eyes are full of passion, full of love, supremely perfect and pleasing to look at.
‘Full of charm you are an enchanting, and the partridge,
Stork, lotus- flower, fish remain at your service.
‘You are the blessed one, and are conquering our hearts.(15)
Refined and refined are adorned and molded in the shield of Joban's flame.
‘O my passionless Sri Krishna, you are brimming with love.
‘Your vision, which is full of (celestial) pride,
Is the treasure of all the contentment.(l6)
Kabit
‘I perceive the sandalwood as the affliction, the oil-lamp as the kindling pyre, and the enchanting paintings look like the charisma of the magicians,