What can I do today, oh my dear KIRAVANI-having parrot like speech.
My beloved SRI PADMANABHA has not turned up!
All the fragrant soft flowers prick me like thorn, increasing my unbearable agony of passion. Oh VIDHUVADANE!-The moon faced! Oh SUBHARADANE!-Having beautiful teeth! Oh GUNSADANE!-Embodiment of virtues! Oh MRGANAYANE!- Doe eyed.
Oh NIRAJAKSHI! I remain sleepless. There is no concern for SUMASARA- the CUPID! HIMAKARA! MAMAVARA!-My Lord! Does it matter to him.
Please tell him immediately my agony, of spending the time always thinking about my beloved. Oh SUNDARI! Don’t be lethargic. Oh virtuous! Don’t betray me.
