Original · Devanagari
झाँझै चहुँओर नभ गाजै घनघोर ताय त्यौंवै थोर थोर बाली मंजुमारी मारे हैं। साज झलोरे जहाँ लोहैं चितचोर तहां जुगल किशोर लसें स्यामल सुगौर हैं॥ चंचल ठकोरे सखीनावै अंग मोरे संग जवनीजोर जस गावैं ताल तोर हैं। मंच छवि ठौर हँसें हेरि नैनकोर सीताराम रसबोर आज झूलत हिंडोर हैं॥ १२ ॥
Fresh English translation
Cymbals ring on every side while the sky roars with dense clouds; against that sound the lovely young women strike their instruments little by little. Wherever the swing’s apparatus sways, there the heart-stealing youthful Pair—the dark Lord and fair Lady—shines. The lively companions give it playful pushes, turning their bodies with youthful force as they sing and break into rhythm. On that lovely platform they smile and glance from the corners of their eyes: today Sita and Rama, steeped in rasa, swing upon the swing.