O Thou, whose divine complexion resembles the dark clouds teeming with nourishing rain, is Thy sacred countenance akin to a mystical powder that confounds and bewilders us with Thy humble speech and deeds? O Possessor of the lotus-like eyes, aglow with a reddish hue! Apprehensive that Thou mightst dismiss us as "mere, insignificant maidens," we refrain from speaking of Thee, lest it saddens Thy heart. We implore Thee, do not approach to dismantle our modest sand abodes.