gītagovindaṃ ṣaṣṭaḥ sargaḥ - kuṇṭha vaikuṇṭhaḥ

Then, seeing her longing for him for so long and unable to move from the bower of creepers, the confidante described her state to the love-intoxicated Govinda. [[1]] Lord Hari, Lord of the Universe, behold! Radha languishes in her dwelling, seeing you in every direction and in every secret place, as if she were drinking the nectar of your lips. [[2]] In her eager haste to reach you, she wanders about, yet she falters and falls after taking only a few steps. [[3]] Adorned only with bracelets of delicate lotus fibers, she sustains her life here solely through the remembrance of your love-play. [[4]] Again and again, she gazes at her own ornaments, imagining herself to be you, the slayer of Madhu, in her deep devotion. [[5]] "Why does Hari not come quickly to meet me?" she asks her confidante repeatedly, while she embraces and kisses the air, imagining it to be your cloud-dark form, as if you had already arrived.