By nature, slightly curled, And shining like the young honeybees, Your golden thread like hairs, Surround your golden face. Your face makes fun of the beauty of the lotus. And adorned with slightly parted smile, Showing the tiers of your teeth, Which are like the white tendrils, And which are sweetly scented. Bewitches the eyes of God, Who burnt the god of love (Shiva that only with a look incinerated Kama).