My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love
How can they be offered to anyone else?
Come once to my home and I will tell you more, by dear admirer!
My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love
How can they be offered to anyone else?

My youth is forsaking me
If you don’t come which man will I enjoy?
My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love
How can they be offered to anyone else?

I have seen many admirers on this earth,
But there is none like you Narsinh's Lord, sweeter than the nectar of immortality!
My fruit-like breasts are your possessions, my love
How can they be offered to anyone else?