Oh lord with beautiful face! I know well your idea.
Oh PADMANABHA! Are you affected by such clever speech?
Don't I know your interest in women? Oh Lord of LAKSHMI!, of noble virtues,
just follow me. Are you telling me beautiful but false things, keeping
in your heart that girl who is expert in live-sport.
Oh lord, may that blessed woman drink from your lips, which are over
flowing with nectar. What a pity that, discarding me, who is shattered
by the Cupid's arrow. Are you depending on that wretched woman?
May not my prayer be a cry in wilderness. You are of lovely form. Your
teeth are like jasmine-buds and you are dark like the rain cloud. You
are the lord of my life. Some how or other, be kind enough to satisfy
my romantic desire, Oh SYAMLA! NIRADAGATRA!
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