Verse 28

²²Hearing this unwelcome thing, never heard before, from the lord of the lords of the three worlds, who was her own self and dear to her, the lady was frightened, a trembling came into her heart, and weeping she went into a trouble that had no end. ²³With her fine foot, lovely with the red of its nails, she scratched at the ground; and with tears black from her eye-paint she wet her breasts, red with saffron; and she stood with her face down, her voice stopped by too much grief. ²⁴Her judgement was destroyed by grief and fear and sorrow, and the fan fell from her hand as her bangles slipped down; and her body too, her mind broken, fainted all at once and scattered her hair, like a plantain struck down by the wind.

²⁵Seeing that binding of love in his dear one, who did not know how far the joke went, the Bhagavan Krsna, who is full of pity, pitied her. ²⁶He came down from the couch at once and raised her up with his four arms, gathered her hair together, and wiped her face with his lotus hand. ²⁷He wiped her eyes wet with tears and her breasts hurt with grief, and held that true woman, who had no other object, in his arm, king, ²⁸and comforted her, knowing how to comfort, the mighty one, pitying the wretched, whose mind was going astray at the reach of the joke and who did not deserve it: he who is the way of the good.