What shall I do now? Alas! My mind is in turmoil with
Your sweet speech excels honey and melts the heart of ladies adorned
with pearl garlands. Without listening to such speech
Day and night I am meditating upon your golden feet in my heart and
embracing you within. Without ego and without wasting a second, come
to me with your honey flowing mouth.
The Cupid is tormenting me by shooting his arrows; to resolve my miseries,
leaving your pride, come and embrace me with your flower like body and
unite with me.
The cool-moon like a ball of fire is piercing my heart. Leave all your
stubbornness and come and unite with me, oh PANKAJANABHA.