Touch not the ravishing damsel
So innocent in her demeanor,
Reclining on my lap
Never, never, never!
this mountain mystic is ideal
For thy output spiritual
Wilt thou steal from me
The vitality on my lady love's cheeks !
Her eyes beaming with affection,
Full of compassion and munificence
Who maketh me the Bow of Cupid
This crazy lady love of mine
This solitary Raga in my mind
O Moonlight ! wilt thou steal from me ?