Pada 202
O beloved, again and again I offer myself to your beauty. Where, in how many ages, and by what merit could one obtain so priceless a vision? Your body is an exquisitely lovely dwelling of beauty; the eyes rejoice upon seeing it. Your captivating smile increases the mind's sweet madness; bring those charming words to your lips. Your restless glance steals awareness—its target is struck senseless and loses all composure. Nectar drips from the beloved's speech; every syllable showers delight. Beholding it, Yugal-ananya-ali forgets body and home.
Pada 203
Let me hear that sweet melody, my graceful beloved. Beneath your red lips, the row of teeth seems like lightning dwelling in a crimson cloud. Rogue, where can your crest-plume hide? Drunk with love, I shall fall at your feet and cling to your neck. Nowhere upon the earth can another form like yours be found, even in a mirror. Reveal your face and go, beloved—you have stolen my heart and soul.
Pada 204
Beloved Sita teaches her lover the sitar. Demonstrating the many distinctions of song, melody, rhythm, and syllable, she rejoices to see his delight. Taking her beloved's hand, the lovely woman reveals the incomparable secret of the art. Beneath the pretext of instruction, that urbane ocean of rasa awakens arts filled with Kama and delight. The prince among connoisseurs himself comes to learn from his beloved. The pure rasa of the couple's loving play rains down every mood and all nine rasas. Beholding the beauty of the pair, he offers himself to this charming lesson.