O brāhmaṇa! I hear the loud sounds of invisible partridges encaged around your ankles. Your hips are glowing like yellow kadamba flowers around which you are wearing a circle of embers. Where is your bark clothing? Relishing the sound of her ankle bells he speaks. I assume there are two partridges encaged on your two feet to give you bliss, since I hear their loud voices though they are invisible to me. O brāhmaṇa! This is manifested because of your great power of yoga arising from austerity. Relishing the beauty of her thin yellow cloth around her waist, he speaks. It is astonishing that your blackish hips have become yellow like the kadamba flower. An alternative version has aṅga nitamba-bimbe. Aṅga is a vocative address. O sir! Looking at her jeweled belt he speaks. On your hips is a circle of embers. You are performing intense penances! Where is your garment made of bark? In bewilderment you have left your covering in your hermitage and come to me naked. This suggests his desire for a sexual encounter.