मोहे आये ना जग से लाज

Little do I care about the world’s slander, Today I danced with such thunder, that the anklet went asunder

Some was due to my fresh youth, no wonder, Some was due to my love’s insane ardor, Into an arrow turned my gander, Into shackles turned my hair’s meander, Winning the heart of my sweetheart was in order, Sweet melodies my anklet bells did render

She, in whose dream I am a resider, Now she will count me as her confider. My every movement cries out louder, That my sweetheart`s sleep I did plunder. I did turn into an offender Because my anklet happened to be tender

My feet touch not the ground under; To me, everyone but my sweetheart is an outlander, My body, to temptations does surrender, I got the wings of insects to burn and smolder When my sweetheart’s abode was at yonder, My legs leaped into such a dance, That the anklet went asunder