May destiny make Sita's wedded fortune everlasting, O enchanter—the very sight of it cools my heart. Fulfill the longing of your own Snehalata, O enchanter: dwell forever within my eyes.
Pada 293
My eyes will not be satisfied, my darling—lift your face a little. A moon shines upon your lovely broad brow, and collyrium gives new beauty to your eyes; move aside the fringe of your wedding crown. Pomegranate-seed teeth flash within your smile, O dark and lovely enchanter—lift those captivating eyes. A diamond necklace and pearl-fringed crown, a beautiful coat and a splendid dhoti—show me your crimson feet. Beholding your enchanting beauty, Snehalata has stored it within her heart; now she will ask nothing more.
Pada 294
Your eyes are filled with magic—filled with magic; O my enchanter, your eyes commit such cruelty! A jeweled crown rests on your head and your curls are deep black; upon your dark brow the bright tilak gleams like a moon amid the stars. Your sharp eyes are thorny branches of a rose; darkened with collyrium, they seem like two bees hovering over water. Beloved, your sweet smile has a beauty all its own; birth after birth my heart would gaze upon it. Latika's love can find no peace.
Pada 295
The dark guest has stolen my heart, dear friend; not even sleep will come. Neither day nor night pleases me now—