On which day shall my head [bedecked with] flowers bow, having beheld
the sapphire-hued Lord who sleeps on the serpent-bed
in the prosperous, walled Raṅgam abounding in jewelled storied mansions and palaces,
as the blissful Tumburu and Nārada fall [at His feet]
and praise [Him], practising the yāḻ [producing] sweet, peerless music,
as Aja in the