After the lovers' quarrel illustrated on Plate 9, Krishna begs Radha's forgiveness.
'O you with beautiful teeth, if you are in anger against me, strike me then with your finger nails, sharp and like arrows,
Bind me, entwining, with the cords of your arms, and bite me then with your teeth, and feel happy punishing.
O loved one, O beautiful, give up that baseless pride against me.
My heart is burnt by the fire of longing; give me that drink so sweet of your lotus face'.1
Their reconciliation follows and the poem ends on a note of joy.
In the picture, dawn has come, the sun shows above the walls, women pick flowers for garlands, while in the centre, Krishna gazes at Radha, exquisite with her fragile form.