"Enough my lotus eyed one!, eating these rotten flakes of rice.

Don’t you have any mercy towards me. Now I feel that you don't have.

 

From the day of wedlock onwards, I am staying with you peacefully.

Oh the foe of Chaidyas*! Oh my husband! Do you forget me, my benevolent one!

 

Do you decide to make me a servant to the wife of the old brahmin**?

If husbands go on doing such silly matters, wives will have to talk openly to stop such things.

 

Sloka:

While goddess Rukmini was fanning with whisk, the Brahmin who was immersed in the ocean of subtle happiness, was afraid of the separation from the husband. The beauty caught hold of the hands of husband, the destroyer of Naraka and told as follows.