“I’ll tie you to my bed with garland of flowers,
Leaving all my coyness aside!
Then who will dare come to my place to take you away from me?
And what can that enraged rival girl do to me?
I’ll tie you to my bed with garland of flowers,
Leaving all my coyness aside!

You are the Lord with garland of wild flowers and I, a delicate flower vine,
If you can’t water me, then why, dear
Did you plant me in the first place?
A wasp for the time being can dwell among flowers,
But in lotus, my love, it has to sacrifice even itself!
I’ll tie you to my bed with garland of flowers,
Leaving all my coyness aside!

If one truly loves one’s beloved,
Then he should hold everything one has at her feet!”
Says Narsaiyyo, “why don’t you do something
To calm your ire, gopi!”
“I’ll tie you to my bed with garland of flowers,
Leaving all my coyness aside!'