The day has passed;
I am filled with loving passion,—why has
he left me? Today I am desolate, I do not see my bus-
maid, Narayana treats me lightly. You may
call him gentle, but he has no virtuous heart. I
will speak to him no more, I know him thoroughly
now. He once sent away Garuda and brought
Hanumanta; he sent for Satyabhama to come in
the form of Sita. He made her ashamed, for she
became Bhim; he became Rama, and
Bhimaki took Sita’s form. Satyabhama gave him
to Narada; now I have learned his real nature.
He could not be weighed against heaps of gold, but
one leaf of tulsi balanced him; why then do I
imagine him to be my spouse? He enjoys us
women and yet calls himself celibate. Had this
been false, would the Yamuna have made way for
him? You and I do not know him yet.” Narada
knows the hearts of men; he pervades the world,
yet he hides himself from our eyes. When Radha
comprehended this he came to embrace her. Tuka
says, With him faith is the condition on which he
gives.
I am filled with loving passion,—why has
he left me? Today I am desolate, I do not see my bus-
maid, Narayana treats me lightly. You may
call him gentle, but he has no virtuous heart. I
will speak to him no more, I know him thoroughly
now. He once sent away Garuda and brought
Hanumanta; he sent for Satyabhama to come in
the form of Sita. He made her ashamed, for she
became Bhim; he became Rama, and
Bhimaki took Sita’s form. Satyabhama gave him
to Narada; now I have learned his real nature.
He could not be weighed against heaps of gold, but
one leaf of tulsi balanced him; why then do I
imagine him to be my spouse? He enjoys us
women and yet calls himself celibate. Had this
been false, would the Yamuna have made way for
him? You and I do not know him yet.” Narada
knows the hearts of men; he pervades the world,
yet he hides himself from our eyes. When Radha
comprehended this he came to embrace her. Tuka
says, With him faith is the condition on which he
gives.