One who has learned to behold this deathless picture can hear what Radha and Krishna are saying to each other. Radhika plays hard to get and turns away — while Krishna, tears in his eyes, begs her for mercy: "Even me, so kind and so generous, your friends call a thief. They say I have stolen the nectar of your lips. Well then, if you hold me guilty — here is my face; take back what was stolen." At these words Radhika loses herself. To see Krishna is for her like seeing an ocean of beauty: her consciousness stands high as a mountain, yet the waves of his beauty engulf it and she is drowning. That is why she turns away — yet cannot pull her eyes from him. His speech, poetic and tender, is ambrosia to her ears, and now she is about to faint. Then Lalita sharply cuts in: "Krishna is a cunning rogue — do not yield to him, be contrary!" Not because he has done any wrong — but to wake a little anger in Radhika and hold her back from swooning. For how would Radhika establish her greatness, if she simply trembled and melted in his arms?