In plain words
The reeling cloud has come, O, and brought no word from Hari, O. Frog and peacock and papīhā are calling; the koel has let her cry be heard, O. In the black dark the lightning flashes, and the woman in viraha is taken with fear, O. It thunders, the sweet wind sounds, and the rain has brought down its long downpour, O. The black cobra of viraha hisses its burning; to Mīrā's heart, Hari is dear, O.