Most beautiful beloved, what wrong have I done to you?
Oh lord SARASANABHA! the serene one serves you.
The moon has risen showering red-hot embers on me. PADMANABHA!, how shall I endure the agony today?
Does Cupid have a hundred darts for me? Will you not be kind to me? Must I suffer even more? Is this discord worthy of you?
Soon embrace me close to your bosom. Grant the nectar of thy lips and remove my pangs with honeyed words.