The to pangs of separation and disunion from her beloved husband, a distressed wife heaves big sighs and sends messages to her beloved husband through the wayfarers.
My beloved! Look how a lovelorn pigeon, a species of devious origin, impatiently flies down from high sky to his mate.
My beloved! You are a store-house of all the knowledge; why don't you rid your woman from the pangs of separation?
The twinkling stars frighten everyone during the dark night, so am I being distressed by the separation from your holy feet. All these distressing twinkling stars will disappear soon as your Sun-like effulgent glimpse become visible. (207)