Hey! Son of Kunthi, your oath was indeed strange?  Where is your companion, Krishana? Oho! Since  the Sun is set he might have gone after those Gopikas.

Now that your oath has been in vain, jump in fire and immolate yourslef.

O! Beloved, I now have to leave for the war. You stay here unperturbed (with our son Suradha).

I shall kill our enemies in the war, and shall soon return victorious. Have no doubt.

I shall frustrate the valour of our enemies, the Pandavas. My sword shall sever their five heads, for sure. I am starting now with a huge army.

Darling, you were created (by Brahma) with all lovely things in the world like beautiful flowers, fragrant sandal paste mixed with the moon rays (according to mythology moon-light contains the essence of 'Amurth' - nectar).

Darling, the swans are bewitched by your exquisite incomparable gait and they try to imitage you.

The beautiful autumn night arrives in its chariot.

Wearing a beautiful necklace of stars

Do you think that me , this mighty King of  Sindhu, 

Will be enamored by the worthless Draupadi who is wed to five men

Loathe for her husbands, and not lust for her, bid me do it

And after my fight with them, I went to the deep forest

Where I prayed to Lord Shiva and received boons from him

So powerful that those enemies now are trivial grass to me

Sloka:

In the lovely evening as parrots and cuckoos sang sweetly, the beautiful Queen Dussala was sitting in the garden in grief.  Her husband, Jayadratha, the valorous king appeared and told her thus in a sweet, romantic mood;

Please come near, my dear, oh! one with honeyed lips.

Dear (you are the) embodiment all fine qualities, why are you annoyed?

Your face, always like the bright morning sky.

Now for what reason, is it disturbed and cloudy? 

This is the (evening) time to enjoy in the majestic garden with sweet love talk.