O beloved, well met and well matched, you are little as are we,
First grant your embrace my beloved, we shall bestow one too. O Beloved . . . 1
The lovely ones trek long and quick to see such a beloved
Bestow embrace in secret lest some see us, dear beloved. O Beloved . . . 2
You are young and I am young, near and far your sister hovers,
She’s your mother’s favorite, why would she ever heed us? O Beloved . . . 3
What can my mother do, what my sister, to one in whom I do dwell,
Players with Narsinh’s Lord, what can they have to fear? O Beloved . . . 4
You and I meet, Beloved
Matched pair of innocents.
First, beloved, give embrace,
I shall give too, passionately.
Lovely women freely run
To meet such a lover.
Hide me in your embrace, beloved,
So none may see us.
Young as we are, in-laws interfere.
She’s the mother-in-law’s favorite
Why would she believe me?
When I dwell in her heart,
What can her in-laws do?
What is there to fear in
Playing with Narsinh’s lord?