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O beloved with eyes like mango blossoms and ears like spring, you’ve stolen my heart—where are you off to now, as if it were ungoverned?
O dear one, this young chakora bird drinks moonlight, aspiring to drink the ocean—how can it learn from one who only sips dew?
O sandalwood, your greatness lies beyond speech. You nourish the venomous cobra’s poison with your fragrance—grace healing even evil.
O Malati! Your fragrance overpowers even the breezes that awaken blooming lotuses. You are the one I see in the very art of the bee's intoxicated drin...
O doe-eyed beauty! That mark on your tender lip cannot be from your lover’s teeth; rather, it must be the mantra-inscribed stamp of Cupid himself, des...
O ocean! If you do not embrace your anger, what complaint can we make against you? Even when the clouds (seek your waters), you never withhold them—tr...
O woman who crossed the bounds of propriety! Recall the fire of Shiva’s wrath. It is not right to burn one already scorched by the flames of separatio...
O slender-waisted one, destroyer of desire’s flame! Even if you vanish from my sight, how will you escape from my heart, where your arrows are still l...
O beloved, let go of your hesitant embrace, abandon your new-love shyness! The sun is rising and even the roosters are calling—come, arise, O lovely o...
O Moon, go ask your teacher why you never learnt the skill of burning heat. Did you gain it from the poison of Shiva’s throat, or from the fire that c...
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