Parāṅguśa Nāyakī beseeches her parrot: "You go and convey to Him, 'Amidst my agonies of separation, I am further tormented by the chilling winds. Rather than pondering over His compassion, He dwells upon my faults and witholds His blessings. Even if I have erred, can His mercy not obliterate those mistakes?' Oh youthful parrot! You rend my very bones with your beauty