Oh INDUMUKHI-moon faced! Listen to me and reduce my
When will SRI PADMANABHA, whose form is beauty personified, come to
me by himself and sport with me?
Oh SARASAVADANE-lotus faced! Please tell my darling, the story that
I am afflicted by the arrows of Cupid and loosing courage. I am in deep
distress while seeing the bees hovering on the flowers and listening
the music of cuckoos. I keep expecting him with a heavy heart to come
to me. Oh KAMANI!
I have no refuge.
She is in agony like the NIPA flower (which will blossom only in the rainy
season) expecting the rain bearing clouds, she keeps waiting, with the
trembling eyes and with fear in her mind!
She with her distress, recollects the most tender lotus feet of her
Lord at nights.
What is more to tell about the flow of nectar like compassion of yours,
the lotus like hands of yours and the virtuous glory of yours?
Oh beloved one!
Oh the one who has the gait of a king elephant! With all the greatness
and charms of such an effulgent one of of my darling, an expert in the
amorous sport, residing in the matchless abode of yours, as sung by
the like minded poets, how far she became dependent with the intimacy
with him, though he is the king and the winner of the confidence of
the entire society, oh my KUSALINI-one who brings auspiciousness! Have
no other refuge.Oh my dear girl! You should absolve my sufferings; oh
my friend! Please remember my deep agony and you will always be like
the ring in my finger.