That star-stitched, golden-laced
Childhood's chosen veil, my own,
Worn as I danced with girlhood friends,
In circles, *ghoomar* known.
Those brightly hued bangles I embraced,
With dangling, swaying adorns,
How swiftly passed the monsoon months,
As life's long season warms.
I will not wear, I will not wear your veil,
My father dyed my veil with care,
My soul resides within that cloth,
I will not wear your veil, I swear.
Love's gentle touch, my own soft shawl,
Your hands that seek to tease,
My innocent, unblemished wrap,
Your cloak of dark deceits.
Through gardens and through fields I roamed,
With carefree, joyful stride,
Yet people, even now they watch,
Their hungry eyes can't hide.
I will not wear, I will not wear your veil,
My father dyed my veil with care,
My soul resides within that cloth,
I will not wear your veil, I swear.
That star-stitched, golden-laced
Childhood's chosen veil, my own,
Worn as I danced with girlhood friends,
In circles, *ghoomar* known.
Those brightly hued bangles I embraced,
With dangling, swaying adorns,
How swiftly passed the monsoon months,
As life's long season warms.
I will not wear, I will not wear your veil.
Your veil, it slips and slides from me,
How can I veil my face?
Shame's crimson blush upon my cheeks,
A blush I can't erase.
My eyes drop down, my body bends,
My waist begins to sway,
I die of shame, yet you show none,
No honor in your way.
I will not wear, I will not wear your veil,
My father dyed my veil with care,
My soul resides within that cloth,
I will not wear your veil, I swear.
That star-stitched, golden-laced
Childhood's chosen veil, my own,
Worn as I danced with girlhood friends,
In circles, *ghoomar* known.
Those brightly hued bangles I embraced,
With dangling, swaying adorns,
How swiftly passed the monsoon months,
As life's long season warms.
I will not wear, I will not wear your veil.
I will not wear your veil.
I will not wear your veil.
I will not wear your veil.
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