I've snared the neighbor's hen, her fate is sealed, alas,
I've snared the neighbor's hen, her fate is sealed, alas.
Tall and proud, he stands, my love, a vision to behold,
I tremble, oh my Lord, my heart, a story to be told.
A tender bud, so young, so soft, a body fair and white,
Like blossoms, fair and pure, a gentle, yielding light.
My love, my life, my heart's desire, I've welcomed you inside,
You, my beloved, my sovereign, where my soul now does reside.
A Menaka or a Rambha, a wonder to perceive,
The eighth marvel of this world, a love I can't believe.
Tall and proud, he stands, my love, a vision to behold,
I tremble, oh my Lord, my heart, a story to be told.
Because of you, my love, my life with joy is now imbued,
The blessings of affection, now I have you, my love, my mood.
This is the fire of the heart, this is my burning quest,
Even the season seems to smile, putting my soul to the test.
The cuckoo sings within the garden, the heart's desire takes flight,
We'll share the joy of love, my dear, for you are my delight.
My heart today is not in my control,
My tender buds, all unturned, my heart's lanes all forlorn.
I've snared the neighbor's hen, her fate is sealed, alas,
Tall and proud, he stands, my love, a vision to behold,
I tremble, oh my Lord, my heart, a story to be told.
Now the joy of our meeting will truly begin,
The season of love, my beloved, has entered within.
You are the queen of my dreams, my heart's beloved,
For you, my love, my sweet, true loyalty will be loved.
Let what will happen, come, my love,
My heart is forever open for you, my dove.
In a past life, your own was I, my love,
For you, again, I am reborn, my love.
My heart today is not in my control,
I tremble, oh my Lord, my heart, a story to be told.
I tremble, oh my Lord, my heart, a story to be told.
From eyes, the language of love is spun,
How could anyone deny the tales of love begun?
A Menaka or a Rambha, a wonder to perceive,
The eighth marvel of this world, a love I can't believe.
I tremble, oh my Lord, my heart, a story to be told.
Tall and proud, he stands, my love, a vision to behold.
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