Padukasahasra 11.59

11.59

Fond of the courtyards of each diverse chamber, the gallant of Śrīraṅga
moves with a slow gait undivided from you out of his affection: you, O sandal, are my resort,
where the variety of fragrance, rising from the sprinkling of nectar
falling from sporting lotuses, red water-lilies, and blue lotuses, reveals the roster of the inner apartments.