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Part Two
Translations from Bengali
Section One Vaishnava Devotional Poetry
Radha’s Complaint in Absence (Imitated from the Bengali of Chundidas)
O heart, my heart, a heavy pain is thine! What land is that where none doth know Love’s cruel name nor any word of sin? My heart, there let us go.
Friend of my soul, who then has called love sweet? Laughing I called from heavenly spheres The sweet love close; he came with flying feet And turned my life to tears.
What highborn girl, exiling virgin pride, Has wooed love to her with a laugh? His fires shall burn her as in harvest-tide The mowers burn the chaff.
O heart, my heart, merry thy sweet youth ran In fields where no love was; thy breath Is anguish, since his cruel reign began. What other cure but death?
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