Sloka:

Attacked by the arrows of the God of Love, that Urvashi, spoke with indulgent words, to Arjuna the very seat of the love of King Drupada, the generous one.

 

Troubled by the God of Love – am I – save me – soon – am at your mercy

The array of enemies – in seconds – to destroy – capable one - Hey,

 

Hey, the noble of Kuru ancestry, give me – your lips – do not waste any more time for that,

Like a bow – beautiful – your eyebrows – with that – do not beat me.