The Love-soaked Lass

The long black sky and the dark pasture

The bolting through the cloud

The lass of the brave land goes for capture 

She is all grand with her shroud

Nay, she will not stop, she has vowed.

Adorned with beauty and grace in the night

There goes the 'Nayika' ready for her incite.

Love is in the air and hurrying is must,

The fallen anklet shall not awake them just.

Why do they wait, the beings of the night?

The creepy ones slither here and there 

Shining like her anklet through the thunderbolt

Unworried to fetch the fallen anklet from there

'Abhisarika' is love-soaked and will stop where?

On the bank of a river whence is her hold