Narsimha Mehta

Don'T Wake Me Up Vigorously, O Madhukar!

Don't wake me up vigorously, O Madhukar! You will break my delicate waist, my love! As if smeared with vermilion My lips have turned crimson with your bites! I swear, I am exhausted and about to drop, But the wicked one does not listen to me! Don't wake me up vigorously, O Madhukar! You will break my delicate waist, my love! My eyes have kept awake for four dawns and nights I pray I implore! Narsinh’s lord much as you may trouble me in the bed, It is still not enough! Don't wake me up vigorously, O Madhukar! You will break my delicate waist, my love!