You-‘re Born In The Genetic Line Of The Mighty Clouds
That-‘s Well Renowned For Their Doomsday-‘s Destructions
Known By The Names Of Pushhkaras An-‘ Awartakas
I Know, O Cloud, You-‘re Indra-‘s Principal Agent
Who Capably Travels, Where So Ever He Wants
And Also That, You Assume Any Shape, At Will
My Destiny Has Removed Me Far-Afar
From My Helpless Sweetheart, Who-‘s Pining Now
It-‘s Hence I-‘m Praying You, With Folded Hands
To Hear My Petition! Plea To An Eminent Person
Of Your Stature, Is Fit, Even If Rejected
Than To A Base One, Even If It-‘s All Granted