O Chitrotpala, Ye are crazy lass in the cosy rosy beautiful Lap of Nature;
Ye pass melodiously in the flowery Lap of Nature with pleasure.
Poet beholds thy beauty amazingly;
Kiss thy fragrant flowers on thy body enthusiastically.
O Beauty Chitortpala, Ye are the beloved of the Peots;
In serene morn allure poet's mind with profound delight.
Poet enjoys the heavenly beauty heartily;
In eve ye are a Deity of Heaven provide profound peace with gaiety.
Heavenly Beauty is a gift of Almighty;
The Silvery miraculous cosy body allures the lover silently.
Thy melodious songs break the silence of Beauty Nature;
Poet embraces thee with profound pleasure.
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