स्फुरद्रक्षा सारायित सुख परीवाह सुभगं
मदीयं तारुण्यं ननु जननि ! दुर्दैव विकृतम् ।
विषज्वालाभील व्यतिकर विदीर्ण चलति हा !
भयाक्रान्ति क्लान्तं परवश मिमं मामव शिवे !
– “शृंगारलहरी”
Mother! My youth blessed with a stream of pleasures sweetened by vine-juice is, by an irony of Fate, passing through the terrible and tormenting flames of poison. Alas!
Oh! Auspicious Deity! Protect me from the bewilderment and depression caused by a frenzy of terror.
“Sringaralahari”