BRIDE

Oh! Look at her, How beautiful is she! 

Her black curly hair is adorn with fragrant flowers, 

and wide fore-head is worn with bindi of glowing colours, 

Front-locks are disturbing her absent mindedness, 

Jolly-Jokes are raising her eagerness; 

Are they eyes? As wide as water lillies shining with kazal. 

Nice, short nose with a pin as bright as the rays of the dazzle.

Sweet rosy lips are quiering with ecstasy, 

Black spot on the cheek makes her beauty,

Giggle on lips makes her cute,

Bliss on her face makes him loot;

Ears are glittering with stones of sunshine,

Neck is decorated with dazzling chain;

Bangles are coquetting everyone,

Jewel on her waist is lightning fine;

Mehandi creep around her palms and feet,

Tinklets making sound, which is nice and sweet;

Gold lace clothes make her angel,

Her heart is filled with sounds of jingle;

Her eyes are showering shyness,

Face is blazing with redness;

head is bending down,

by listening the bands of singers,

and songs of the palanquine bearers,

who are ready to carry her?

Do you know who is she?

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