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pearls and other jewels and elephants tied up at your gate ? Says Sri 

 Hari Das, though your queen in rich attire await you in her chamber, all 

 goes for nothing when the darkness of your last day draweth nigh. 



11. See the cleverness of these people : having no regard for Hari's 

 lotus feet, their life is spent to no purpose ; when the angel of death comes 

 and encompasses them, he does what seemeth him good. Says Sri Hari 

 Das : then is he only found long-lived, who has taken Kunj-bihari to his 

 soul. 



12. Set your heart upon securing his love. With water-pot in hand 

 perambulate the ways of Braj and, stringing the beads of your rosary, 

 wander through Brindaban and the lesser groves. As a cow watches her 

 own calf and a doe its own fawns and has an eye for none other (the lords 

 of Sri Hari Das are Syama and Kunj-bihari), be your meditation on them 

 as well balanced as a milk-pail on the head. 



Mag Kalydn. 



13. All is Hari's mere sport, a mirage pervading the universe, without 

 either germ or plant. The pride of wealth, the pride of youth, the pride 

 of power, are all like the crow among birds. Says Sri Hari Das : know this 

 of a surety, all is but as a gathering on a feast-day, that is quickly dispersed. 



14. sister, how happy are the does who worship the lotus-eyed, 

 each with her own lord. Happy too the calves that drink in the melody of 

 his pipe in their ears as in a cup from which no drop can be spilt. The 

 birds too are like holy men, who daily do him service, free from lust, 

 passion, and avarice. Hearken, Sri Hari Das, my husband is a difficulty ; 

 he will not let me go but holds me fast. 



Bag Bardri. 



15. friend, as I was going along the road, he laid hold of my milk- 

 pail and my dress : I would not yield to him unless he paid me for luck. 

 " clever milk-maid, you have bewitched my boy with the lustre of the 

 go-rochan patch on your forehead" (0 lord of Sri Hari Das) this is the 

 justice we get here ; do not stay in this town, pretty one.* 



Bag Kdnhrau. 



16. clever Hari, thou makest the false appear true ; night and day 

 thou art weaving and unweaving ; thou art an ocean of deceit. Though 



* In two of the three MSS. of the poem that I have consulted, stanzas 14 and 15 

 are omitted and they appear clearly to he an interpolation hy some later hand, heing 

 quite out of keeping with the context. They must he regarded as a dialogue between 

 two of the Gopis and Jasoda. 



