मे । ॥ ७१ ॥
In plain words
Mother, the heat born of Kāma’s arrow drawn back to the ear burns in me. Let your sidelong glance drink it away, as a rain-bearing cloud quenches heat.
Close to the Sanskrit
The burning pain born from the love-arrow drawn to the ear, O mother of mine, let your side-long glance sip away, like a rain-possessing cloud.