Why are you not angry, O lord beholding me, having put off my veil, walk out on foot by the city-gate. O beloved of your wives do you behold your wives-who have thrown off their veils. Why are you not angry seeing them all come out (of the city)? I was your companion in sports, O my lord; I long for having you; why are you not consoling and welcoming me?
दृष्ट्वा न खल्वभिक्रुद्धो मामिहामवगुण्ठिताम्॥ निर्गतां नगरद्वारात्पद्भ्यामेवागतां प्रभो। पश्येष्टदार दारांस्ते भ्रष्टलज्जावगुण्ठनान्॥ बहिनिष्पतितान्सर्वान्कथं दृष्ट्वा न कुप्यसि। अयं क्रीडासहायस्तेऽनाथो लालप्यते जनः॥