Narsimha Mehta

I Went To Fetch Water From The Lake

I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother! Kneading my firm breasts, he lusted for the nectar of my lips, O mother! I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother! 'How did you hurt your lips' my mother-in-law suspiciously asks. 'It was my girl friend's nail as she was helping me with the pots' I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother! I had gone in a great hurry but my love held me back, It is excellent to attain Narsaiyya's Lord, For he made me like himself, O mother! I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!