Original · Devanagari
सावन मानको मान नहीं सिय प्रीतमहीं की बने रुचि राखे। काल हिंडोर में जावर जोर कियो सो किसोर बिने बहु भाखे॥ बेगि मिलो रसरंगमनी चलि प्यारे तुम्हारे तुम्हें अभिलाखे। भूलहु छलहु कालकला याहि पावस साखको राखहु ताखे॥ १७ ॥
Fresh English translation
In Savan, Sia no longer sustains her sulk; her taste turns wholly toward her Beloved. On the swing the young Lover pushes with force, speaking many entreaties. ‘Come quickly and meet him,’ says Rasarangmani: ‘Go, dear one—he longs for you. Forget the arts of delay and deception; keep faith with this monsoon tryst.’