Satyabhama has made her preparations and
sits at home waiting; the night has flown by.
God comes not; the flood of her passion swells; she
falls into a sadness, then she hears a knocking at
the door. “Begone! I know what your fidelity is
worth; this subtlety is meant to gain your own
ends; what you say is all pretence: you have
waited till daybreak on purpose. I am a silly
creature, forsooth, and you are not to be blamed!
How you brought scorn on me when I gave you to
Narada! Another time too, when you made me meet
Hanumanta! And after all I have trusted your
words till now. I know now what an illusion it
was; I believed in your goodness. Your actions
are vile and do not answer to your words; you
lord of Tuka’s brother, you are a fraudulent
schemer.”
sits at home waiting; the night has flown by.
God comes not; the flood of her passion swells; she
falls into a sadness, then she hears a knocking at
the door. “Begone! I know what your fidelity is
worth; this subtlety is meant to gain your own
ends; what you say is all pretence: you have
waited till daybreak on purpose. I am a silly
creature, forsooth, and you are not to be blamed!
How you brought scorn on me when I gave you to
Narada! Another time too, when you made me meet
Hanumanta! And after all I have trusted your
words till now. I know now what an illusion it
was; I believed in your goodness. Your actions
are vile and do not answer to your words; you
lord of Tuka’s brother, you are a fraudulent
schemer.”