Sl. No. 91; Hema bhaasuraangan; Yadukula kaambhoji; Khanda
Chapu; Padam; Malayaalam.
My beloved's form is shining like gold. When will he
assuage my affliction caused by Cupid?
Oh friend with a voice like bees! When will he come and put an end
to my misery this moonlight causes?
When will he satisfy me by embracing me and smearing my bosom with sandal
The songs of parrots and cuckoo increases my longing.
When will he be with me kissing me on this bed of tender leaves?
When will SRI PADMANABHA, of dark form like rain bearing clouds, come
and be with me?
When will he give up deceit and remove my sorrow with sweet words?
(Translation by Dr. T.K Govinda Rao)