Sl. No. 91; Hema bhaasuraangan; Yadukula kaambhoji; Khanda Chapu; Padam; Malayaalam.

My beloved's form is shining like gold. When will he assuage my affliction caused by Cupid?
Oh friend with a voice like bees! When will he come and put an end to my misery this moonlight causes?
When will he satisfy me by embracing me and smearing my bosom with sandal paste?
The songs of parrots and cuckoo increases my longing.
When will he be with me kissing me on this bed of tender leaves?
When will SRI PADMANABHA, of dark form like rain bearing clouds, come and be with me?
When will he give up deceit and remove my sorrow with sweet words?

(Translation by Dr. T.K Govinda Rao)