POESY AT VESPER

Sri Brhad Bhagavatmrita III 6.294  “When you go off to the Vrndavana forest with Your friends, eager to enjoy Your cowherd pastimes, we manage to pass our days – only with difficulty – by holding  on to the hope that in the evening You will certainly return.”

SB 10.19.16 “The young gopis took the greatest pleasure in seeing Govinda come home, since for them even a moment without his association seemed like a hundred ages.”

Venu-gita pg 47  “…the emotions that fuel the urge to speak of Him…Sri Krsna is very much attracted to such clever language….” 

SB 10.35.26 "Sri Sukadeva Goswami said : O King thus during the daytime the women of Vrindavana took pleasure in continuously singing about the pastimes of Krishna, and those ladies' minds and hearts, absorbed in Him, were filled with great festivity." 

Dusk is approaching and another day is ending in Vraja, but now Krishna is still in Mathura. The Gopis, watching the twilight, remember the time when Krishna was in Vrindavana, when in the morning He would leave to the forest  and, after seeing Him off, they would start to wait for His return and pass the afternoon talking about His flute, the birds, the clouds in an encrypted wordage, so others could not read their hearts. Until dusk would come and then He would return covered with the dust raised by the cows' hooves. But now these are only memories because today He will not be back by this dusk, He is in Mathura.

If today You had gone

to the forest,

we'd  all have run

down the enchanted lanes

of Vrindavan,

to nurture moments

of furtive sidelong glances,

to torture our minds

in the long hours to come

by only speaking of you,

over and over about your flute

in a way that seems abstruse;

then falling silent,

caught by desire,

by this agitation of the heart

so hard to hide,

because our innermost thoughts

always followed You there,

out in the groves,

and even then it seemed so long,

waiting,

to see You in the distance,

in the light of dusk,

in the dust stirred up

by the hooves of the calves.

But then Your return was certain,

now nothing is the same as before,

it's so long since You have been gone.

Do You ever look with longing

towards this horizon

where there's Vraja?

Is there a Spring there
to remind You of Radha?