Cupid is mercilessly showering the flowery arrows.
Oh Moon-faced! Alas! Why is my lover PADMANABHA angry with me?
Reclining in the bed of tender leaves, smeared with sandal paste on the chest, adorned with jasmine garland, when will I indulge in enjoyment with my lord?
Oh KAMINI! Speaking endearing words, closely embracing my bosom, overflowing with desire, without any reservation, when I indulge in enjoyment with my lord?
My desire is multiplying, rainy seasons approaching. Meet SRIPATI, make him come to me to fulfil my desires.
