Classic Poem

From Nilachal, to see Gaur's mother Sachi,
Has come the pandit, Jagadananda named;
And, from a knoll, on Nuddea his eyes are fixed,
As it were Gokul, Krishna's birthplace.
“I may—I may not—see her once again”
So, struck with fear, his anxious glance
Perceives, on all sides, trees and creepers green
Shedding their leaves untimely, the glowing sun
His rays upshrouding, and the milk-white clouds
Changing to rusty; birds with closéd eyes,
Careless of flower and berry and sparkling stream,
Sit loud lamenting, shrieking to the skies,
Calling, in sympathy, Gauranga's name;
While by the wayside dumb the cattle stand,
Herd after herd; and Madh'bi's pandit fell
Full-length upon the ground.