Original · Devanagari
झूलें झुके रससागर नागर नागरी प्रीति पगे सम तले। तले नहीं रतिको किन सार अपरस कोलि कला सुख फूलें॥ फूलें अली गति गान नटानन आनन जोत न मानन भूले। भूले नहीं रसरंगमणी छबि रामसिया हेर नैनन भूलैं॥ १९ ॥
Fresh English translation
The accomplished Lover and Lady bend upon the swing, immersed in an ocean of rasa, their feet equally steeped in love. Nothing beneath them possesses love’s essence; touched by them, the arts flower into joy. The companions blossom into movement, song, and dance, forgetting all pride in the radiance of their faces. Yet Rasarangmani does not forget: his eyes lose themselves while beholding the beauty of Rama and Sia.