That son of the king of the cowherds,
whose desire for diversions
in the forests by the Kalindi's banks
knew no bounds
but was taken helplessly away from Vrindavana
to the king's capital
by the son of Gandini
Has sent me, Uddhava, his intimate confidante,
as a messenger to you, O exalted goddesses!
The sighs of pain
have dried up the beauty of his lips;
he has abandoned his sports,
his wan cheeks have taken on the brilliant white of sea foam solidified;
remembering repeatedly
the fragrence of our virtues,
fatigued in mind, O simple ones,
your lover, sends you
the following beautiful,
but inadequate message
- From the 'Uddhava-sandesa' by Rupa Gosvami, translation by Jan Brzezinski
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