She walks on briskly, pausing now and then, and he stands watching her, perfectly still. The Lord of the gopis has cast this spell: he knows the face of love wherever it appears. He reveals himself in many guises through many paths, for the one beyond all qualities has set this game in motion here. If something pleases the mind, make it a reply; look for any excuse to speak. Why do you stand there silently, or else throw pebbles at me? You build the conversation word upon word. She pretends to be offended and turns her back: this playful banter is no use to me. I will seize you even at the cost of my life, for I know your disguises. The inner joy presses outward and will not be hidden. She asks: what is this pretense for? What bond is there between you and me? O son of Nanda, you think too highly of yourself. He acts in secret so that no one sees, but the inner joy colors his every outward gesture. Says Tuka, the mind has merged with the mind; the inner bliss reaches Narayana.