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thura; at the end of the sixth line matapitroh; in the middle of the 
seventh line hliavatu sarvva. 
2. The Tadha-sudha-nidhi. 
The delay which has occurred in publishing these notes, enables me 
now to add a translation of the text of the Sanskrit poem of Hari Vans. It 
has been written at a considerable disadvantage, since here in Bulandshahr 
I am unable to consult the commentaries which I had borrowed at Mathura. 
Even in this district there is, I find, at least one temple of the sect, at the 
town of Shikarpur. 
Translation. 
1. Hail to the home of Vrisha-bhanu’s daughter, by whom once and 
again even Madhu-Sudan—whose ways are scarce intelligible to the greatest 
sages—was made happy, as she playfully raised the border of her robe and 
fanned him with its delicious breeze. 
2. Hail to the majesty of Vrisha-bhanu’s daughter, the holy dust of 
whose lotus feet, beyond the conception of Brahma, Siva and the other 
gods, is altogether supernaturally glorious, and whose glance moistened with 
compassion is like a shower of the refined essence of all good things. 
3. I call to mind the dust of the feet of Radhika, a powder of in¬ 
finite virtue, that incontinently and at once reduces to subjection the great 
power, that was beyond the ken even of Brahma, Rudra, Sukadeva, Narada, 
Bhishma and the other divine personages. 
4. I call to mind the dust of the feet of Radhika, which the noble 
milk-maids placed upon their head and so attained an honour much desired 
by the votaries of the god with the peacock crest, dust that like the cow of 
heaven yields the fullness of enjoyment to all who worship with rapturous 
emotion. 
5. Glory to the goddess of the bower, who with an embrace the 
quintessence of heavenly bliss, like a bountiful wave of ambrosia, sprinkled 
and restored to life the son of Nanda, swooning under the stroke of Love’s 
thousand arrows. 
6. When will there visit us that essence of the ocean of delight, the 
face of Radha, with sweet coy glances, bewildering us with the brilliancy of 
ever twinkling sportive play, a store-house of every element of embodied 
sweetness ! 
7. When shall I become the handmaid to sweep the court-yard of the 
bower of love for the all-blissful daughter of Vrisha-bhanu, among whose 
servants oft and again every day are heard the soft tones of the peacock- 
crested god ? 
8. O my soul, leave at a distance all the host of the great and affec¬ 
tionately hie to the woods of Brindaban ; here Radha’s name is as a flood 
