Putradaata vrukshamu suvaasana nichchuchunnadi naa priyudaa, naenu neekoraku daachiyumchina naanaavidha shraeshthaphalamulu pchchiviyu pamduviyu maa dvaarabamdhamulameeda vraelaaduchunnavi.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.