Your countenance is like the bright moon, Ah! O Manthara, how lovely do you look! Your hips are smooth, and is decked with chains; and your thighs and legs are of large proportions. O Mantharā, O you clad in linen garment, O graceful damsel, with your pair of spacious humps, you go before me like a she-crane.
विमलेन्दुसमं वक्त्रमहो राजसि मन्थरे। जघनं तव निम॒ष्टं रशनादामभूषितम्॥ जङ्के भृशमुपन्यस्ते पादौ च व्यायतावुभौ। त्वमायताभ्यां सक्थिभ्यां मन्थरे क्षौमवासिनी॥ अग्रतो मम गच्छन्ती राजसेऽतीव शोभने।