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!
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