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!
