Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Oh, I am of a dying caste, a dying caste, upon me,
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Oh, I am of a dying caste, a dying caste, upon me,
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Oh, I am of a dying caste, a dying caste, upon me,
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Do not cast red, do not cast pink,
Let the yogis wear saffron, do not cast acid hues.
Do not cast blue, do not cast yellow,
Oh, go away, do not torment me, go away, do not torment.
Oh, I am of a dying caste, a dying caste, upon me,
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
In my language, my attire, my tongue, a distinct song,
In our breaths, your fragrance is known.
Color-filled, beautifully adorned,
Your eyes' monsoon soaks my heart.
Oh, I am of a dying caste, a dying caste, upon me,
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Oh, I am of a dying caste, a dying caste, upon me.
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
Do not cast the color on me, do not.
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