1878,] 
F. S. Growse —Mathura Notes . 
Ill 
VI. “ Who so clever, pretty damsel, whom her lover comes to meet, 
stealing through the night P Why shrink so coyly at my words ? Your 
eyes are suffused and red with love’s excitement, your bosom is marked with 
his nails, you are dressed in his clothes, and your voice is tremulous. 
(Rejoice, Sri Hit Hari Vans !) Radha’s amorous lord has been mad with love. 
VII. “ To-day the lusty swain and blooming dame are sporting in their 
pleasant bower. O list! great and incomparable is the mutual affection of 
the happy pair, on the heavenly* plain of Brindaban. The ground gleams 
bright with coral and crystal and there is a strong odour of camphor. A 
dainty couch of soft leaves is spread, on which the dark groom and his 
fair bride recline, intent upon the joys and delights of dalliance, their lotus 
cheeks stained with red streaks of betel juice. There is a charming strug¬ 
gle between dark hands and fair to loose the string that binds her skirt. 
Beholding herself as in a mirror in the necklace on Hari’s breast, the silly 
girl is troubled by delusion and begins to fret, till her lover wagging his 
pretty chin shews her that she has been looking only at her own shadow. 
Listening to her honeyed voice, as again and again she cries ‘ Nay, nay,’ 
Lalita and the others take a furtive peep (Rejoice, Sri Hit Hari Vans !) till 
tossing her hands in affected passion she snaps his jewelled necklet. 
VIII. “ Ah, red indeed are your lotus eyes, lazily languishing and 
inflamed by night-long watch, and their collyrium all faded. From your 
drooping eyelids shoots a glance like a bolt, that strikes your swain as it 
were a deer and he cannot stir. (Rejoice, Sri Hit Hari Vans !) 0 damsel 
voluptuous in motion as the swan, your eyes deceive even the wasps and 
bees. 
IX. “ Radha and Mohan are such a dainty pair, he dark and beautiful 
as the sapphire, she with body of golden lustre ; Hari with a tilak on his 
broad forehead and the fair with a roll streak amidst the tresses of her 
hair : the lord like a stately elephant in gait and the daughter of Vrisha- 
bhanu like an elephant queen: the damsel in a blue vesture and Mohan in 
yellow with a red Icliaur on his forehead (Rejoice, Sri Hit Hari Vans!) 
Radha’s amorous lord is dyed deep with love’s colours. 
X. “ To-day the damsel and her swain take delight in novel ways. 
What can I say ? they are altogether exquisite in every limb ; sporting 
together with arms about each other’s neck and cheek to cheek, by such 
delicious contact making a circle of wanton delight. As they dance, the 
dark swain and the fair damsel, pipe and drum and cymbal blend in sweet 
concert with the tinkling of the bangles on her wrists and ankles and the 
girdle round her waist. Sri Hit Hari Vans, rejoicing at the sight of the 
damsels’ dancing and their measured paces, tears his soul from his body 
and lays them both at their feet. 
* Abhut , not created, self-produced, divine. 
