With penance and with fastings I
A widow's virtue keep,

And when I think upon my lot,

With heavy heart I weep.

Alas! the time when fortune smiled,

How little then I thought,

Such endless grief and pangs severe

Should ever be my lot!

III.

My mother loved me dearly once,

But now she weeps to see

My features wild and widow'd state,

But speaks no word to me;

And when upon her lap I lie,

My head she presses slow,

And as she fondly plaits my hair.

Her tears unbidden flow.

IV.

How sweetly do my youthful friends
The bliss of wedlock share,

While I, a wretched girl, am doomed
To pine in lonely care;

Kind Krishna, do receive the pray'rs
Of a poor widow'd wife ;

And if my tears can move thee, Lord,
O rid me of my life!

SONG OF THE RAS-MANDALA.*

I.

It is Autumn's gay night

And the moon's lucid light,

On jumna's bright bowers is mellowly glancing; Elowers are smiling,

Music beguiling,

Rás

And the gay dance of Ras the gopees are dancing.

Merrily bounding,

II.

The Blue-God surrounding,

Sweet smiles and soft blushes their beauty enhancing, All joyous they sing,

As their zone-bells ring,

While the gay dance of Rás the maidens are dancing.

III.

Sweet perfume and flower

On their lover they shower,

While he with soft music their soul is entrancing,

Or with love's magic arts

Beguiles their fond hearts,

As the gay dance of Ras the gopees are dancing.