Alas! Has my beloved forgotten me?
I am the one who is engrossed in his thoughts every day!-has he forgotten me?
Oh The moon-faced! The cold rays of the moon and the desires aroused by the arrows of Cupid are piling up my passion! I am unable to with stand it any more.
I listen to the hovering of the bee and the song of the cuckoo-bird which cause misery in my heart. Please you tell Him the story of my distress.
Is it easy to describe about His lotus-like face, His compassionate, honey-soaked words and His good virtues?
When will my beloved AMBUJANABHA come and indulge with me in amorous sport in the bed of flowers?
