Who Is It Playing 'Panchama' At My Door? Poem by Narsinh Mehta

Who is it playing 'panchama' at my door?
Is he not content playing with me the whole night?

Leave, leave my wrist, for no longer is it night!
Get up now, my lazy lord, my lord of very being!
Who is it playing 'panchama' at my door?
Is he not content playing with me the whole night?

See the birds are chirping and it is daylight already,
The night has fled, my love, and the day has begun!
Who is it playing 'panchama' at my door?
Is he not content playing with me the whole night?

One with conch shell, discus and mace, rider of Garuda,
,Narsaiyya's Lord made love with his Radha on bed!
Who is it playing 'panchama' at my door?
Is he not content playing with me the whole night?