When Laadliji was in a maan, Kanhaiyaaji sent dooti (messenger-sakhi) to make peace. She approached Her and said –
Listen, just listen to me, O beautiful girl ! How much more mân will You do?
Kaanu has gone mad thinking baskets and baskets about You all night and day !
What magic-ras have You cast over Him that He has forgotten everything and is immersed only in Your meditation ?
If any passer-by merely utters “Radha” He gets agitated. All the devotees chant His Holy Name so that they may cross the material ocean and they seek refuge of the sacred feet of Gopa-sut (Sri Krishna) ; yet look at Him ! That very same Sri Hari, engulfed by Your love, forever chants Your name.
I know You have a secret desire to murder men; has no one taught You any morality? Poet Gyâna dâs says – O Râdhe ! Kânu’s heart churns whenever He thinks of Your love.
“Dear sakhi, please don’t ask; no really, don’t ever ask how much my darling loves me. Even if I sacrifice my life for Him it will be not be a compensation for His love. He places me on His heart and never lowers me on to the bed from there. The entire night passes with our bosoms and faces on each other’s. Just in case I turn on my side, in sleep, He wakes up startled, and asks – ‘What happened……..what happened to You?’
I place my heart on His heart and my one cheek touches His one cheek; My nose touches His nose and one of my eyes touches one of His eyes. Now if I heave a single sigh, it agitates and stresses Him so much that He sits up. In this manner we spend the night, and poet Gyân dâs says – the divine couple love-sports like this every day.”