After that, the mynah Mañjubhāṣiṇī began to sing, “O friend of Gokula! O ocean of nectar! May you be victorious. Now abandon your bed, white as the moon, and wake your weary lover who rests upon your shoulder. O guardian of Vraja! The sun, by nature merciless toward young women, quickly rises above the eastern mountains. Leave the bank of the Yamunā and promptly go home.” Then the mynah named Sūkṣmadhī sang to Priyājī Śrī Rādhā, “O Goddess! By your good fortune, you amaze the most amazing women in the three worlds. May you be victorious. O lotus-faced one! Though the night has ended, you remain submerged in pleasant slumber, deeply fatigued from your amorous sports. There is no fault in this, O virtuous one, but the eastern sky has become tinged with red, like a friend of Candrāvalī who is intolerant of your happiness. Therefore, quickly rise from your bed.” After hearing the repeated wake-up calls of the parrots and mynahs, Śrī Kṛṣṇa gently pulled his body from Priyājī’s, slowly got up and sat on the bed. Filled with affection, he lifted Śrī Rādhā on his lap and began to gaze at her beauty with tearful eyes. Śrīmatī tried to cast off her lethargy by stretching her limbs and yawning. Śrī Kṛṣṇa seemed to offer ārati to her moonlike face with the ruby splendor of his teeth. Through the chalices of their eyes they began to drink the sweet wine of each other’s beauty. The moon of Vraja felt great joy in seeing his lover’s charming form lying on his lap, with face upturned, sweetly smiling but softly weeping. Her plait was half-loosened, her garland crushed and her jeweled necklace fallen asunder. Externally she was tired, internally delighted. When each saw the other’s beauty, they both became aroused and began to make sweet, languid love.
Meanwhile, alarmed by the arrival of morning, the sakhīs covered their smiling, moonlike faces with their cloths and modestly entered the bower, one after the other. When Priyājī saw her sakhīs, she quickly and humbly rose from her lover’s lap, covered her body with his yellow cloth and sat shyly by his left side. The sakhīs sank into an ocean of transcendental joy after seeing various signs of love-making on Śrī Rādhā-Mādhava’s beautiful bodies and pleasure bed. They said to Śrī Kṛṣṇa, “O Mādhava, you have ruined all of our well-dressed sakhī’s clothing and ornaments. Now quickly dress her again and we’ll take her home.” At the sakhīs’ command, Śrī Kṛṣṇa began to dress Śrī Rādhā. Hoping to see her display a mixture of emotions, he proceeded to tell Śrīmatī’s sakhīs about her amorous boldness during the previous night’s pastimes. When bashful Priyājī heard this, her gestures and demeanor became saturated with śṛṅgāra-rasa.* Seeing her incomparable beauty and charming side-glance, Śrī Kṛṣṇa and the sakhīs began to swim in the waves of an ocean of bliss.
*The erotic sentiment
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