I am bad, very bad,
All the time kissing a lad.
Why this feeling I am showing?
Don't ask me, but ask the Supreme Being.

Fragrance of musk is spreading in the air,
Feels enormously excited the young deer.
Who is creating this smell?
Stone is smiling with flower blue bell.

He dwells in stars above,
Spreading in veins drinks of love.
It's rip tide in body and mind,
He makes this reinless steed from behind.

Who has adorned this festive room?
Severe storm seems coming to doom.
This fire, lightning is so enthralling,
The youthful forest is in glad trembling.