Oh my dear girl! My love for Him is increasing day
by day and I am becoming weak since I can't see the crescent fore-headed
SRI PADMANABHA.
Cupid is raining his arrows; Oh MOHANANGI! The pleasant moon light is
burning me; Oh MALLAKSHI! The sweet sound of the cuckoos disturbs my
mind; Oh BHAMINI! The bed of tender leaves is burning like fire; Alas!
What shall I do?
Will my Lord abandon me? Will he go to any other woman? When will he
join me! Will he come today to me by himself? Why is that I murmur all
these in vain? Oh my lady, is it the fate that I should suffer alone?
Oh TARTTENMOZHI -honey soaked words! Has he forgotten the days he enjoyed
with me? When I was lying tired, He energized me with his soft words,
what is the reason that He has forgotten all these? You should go to
Him and narrate to Him all these, and bring Him back to me.
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