Has your heart turned to stone, love?
The breast-fruits can’t be gifted to anyone just like that!
For by being close to the heart they give pleasure;
They give pain if they are to go away.
What is the connoisseur of love who knows not this secret?Then why do you demand them,
My love, at such an unearthly hour?
Has your heart turned to stone, love?
The breast-fruits can’t be gifted to anyone just like that!

These are the only ornaments of the delicate ones
How can I give them to you O Narsinh’s Lord?
Come to my place and I’ll clasp you firm to my heart!
Has your heart turned to stone, love?
The breast-fruits can’t be gifted to anyone just like that!