Classic Poem

Don't wake me up vigorously, O Madhukar!
You will break my delicate waist, my love!
As if smeared with vermilion
My lips have turned crimson with your bites!

I swear, I am exhausted and about to drop,
But the wicked one does not listen to me!
Don't wake me up vigorously, O Madhukar!
You will break my delicate waist, my love!

My eyes have kept awake for four dawns and nights I pray I implore!
Narsinh’s lord much as you may trouble me in the bed,
It is still not enough!
Don't wake me up vigorously, O Madhukar!
You will break my delicate waist, my love!