O beautiful bird
with vermillion fiery eyes!

Your deep violet plumage
is aglow and resplendent
in the hot noon sun.

Your indigo black hue
blurs my vision.

I see in your dark feathers,
his soft locks of silken hair.

In the single splash
of your vermilion red eyes,
I see his tilakam, his kumkumam,
shooting out like a rising flame!

This longing has set my heart on fire!

O beautiful cuckoo bird,
I long for the warmth
of my Beloved’s breath,
upon my skin.

How do you relish eating
these wild berries,
in such a
mute trust?