āśā-bharair amṛta-sindhu-mayaiḥ kathañcit
āśā-bharair amṛta-sindhu-mayaiḥ kathañcit
kālo mayātigamitaḥ kila sāmprataṁ hi |
tvaṁ cet kṛpāṁ mayi vidhāsyasi naiva kiṁ me
prāṇair vrajena ca varoru bakāriṇāpi ||
(Vilāpa-kusumāñjali: 102)
“With an abundance of hope,
Which is made up of an ocean of nectar,
Somehow
A very long time has been passed by me
[Here on the bank of your kuṇḍa].
If you will indeed not bestow your grace upon me
At least certainly now [after so long],
Then what [is the use] of my vital airs,
Vraja,
Or, O you of fine thighs,
Even Baka’s Foe?”