Seeing an [innocent] woman with barbus[-like] shiny eyes churning curds in the eastern house, saying ‘I shall churn quickly,’ [You] eyed [her] with [Your] stealthy glance, and slipped in.
As the curling-hair with flowers on which bees sit fell low and moved about, as the bright face perspired, as the red lips quivered: the way You churned the cool curds, O Dāmodara,