Verse 24

¹⁹Ah, Ordainer, there is no pity in you anywhere. You bring embodied beings together in friendship and in love, and then, before they have got what they came for, you part them, and it is all for nothing. Your playing is like a child's. ²⁰You showed us Mukunda's face inside its dark curls, with its fine cheeks and its lifted nose, lovely with the least smile that drives off grief, and now you put it out of sight. What you have done is not good. ²¹You are cruel, you who go by the name of Akrura; like a man who knows no better, you take away the eye you gave us, by which, in a single part of the enemy of Madhu, we saw the whole fineness of your making.

²²Nanda's son, whose friendship breaks in a moment, does not look at us who are sick from what we did to ourselves. He takes up new loves. We left our houses, our own people, our sons, our husbands, and came outright to be his servants. ²³The night has broken happily for the women of the city, and their blessings have surely come true, since they will drink the face of the lord of Vraja when he goes in among them, and the wine of the smile that starts at the corner of his eye. ²⁴Mukunda has a mind of his own, and still their honey-soft speech will take his thought and hold him. How then will he come back to us, village women that we are, when their shy smiles and their turning about have turned him?