Verse 19

¹⁹What have we done to displease you, wind of Malaya, that you stir desire up in our hearts, which Govinda's side-glance has already split open? ²⁰Cloud, lordly one, surely you are dear to the lord of the Yadavas. Bound by love, you brood upon the one marked with Srivatsa, as we do. Full of longing, your heart mottled like ours, you let fall streams of tears again and again as you remember him. Company with him gives pain. ²¹You speak the words a dear one cries, with this speech that brings the dead back to life. What can I do for you today that would please you? Tell me, cuckoo with the trilling throat. ²²You do not move, you do not speak, mountain of a generous mind; you are brooding on some great matter. Or is it, alas, that you too want, as we do, to hold on your breasts the foot of Vasudeva's son?

²³Your pools are drying, you are worn thin, alas, wives of the sea; now the beauty of your lotuses is cast off by the husband you love. It is with you as with us: not having got the loving look of the lord of Madhu, our hearts are stolen and we are worn away. ²⁴Swan, welcome. Sit down. Drink milk. Tell us, dear one, the story of Sura's son. Do we take you for his messenger? Is the Unconquered well? Does what he said long ago still hold? Or does he, whose friendship shifts, remember it? Why should we serve him? Petty one, bring the giver of what is wanted to talk with us, but without Sri; and yet she alone of women is wholly fixed on him.