Jai Sri Baba Lal ji,
The agony of separation from you is like fire, may sighs fan it as a gust of wind and in between stands my body like a heap of cotton, which would have been consumed in an instant, but my eyes, in their own interest, for being enable to feast themselves on your beauty rain a flood of tears that is why the body fail to catch the fire of desolation, Sita's distress is so overwhelmingly great and you are so compassionate to the afflicted, that it is better not to describe it,
Jai sri Baba Lal Dayal ji
The agony of separation from you is like fire, may sighs fan it as a gust of wind and in between stands my body like a heap of cotton, which would have been consumed in an instant, but my eyes, in their own interest, for being enable to feast themselves on your beauty rain a flood of tears that is why the body fail to catch the fire of desolation, Sita's distress is so overwhelmingly great and you are so compassionate to the afflicted, that it is better not to describe it,
Jai sri Baba Lal Dayal ji