Emerald skirt, a jeweled blaze,
As the maiden spins in a joyous haze,
Pearls cascade with every twirl,
Cities gather, in a whirling swirl.
The skirt it spins, and spins it flies,
While the maiden's heart, it never dies.
Men's hearts they dance, and leap with glee,
As the skirt spins wild and free.
The skirt it spins, and spins it flies,
While the maiden's heart, it never dies.
Men's hearts they dance, and leap with glee,
As the skirt spins wild and free.
When a tremor shakes, the heart's bird weeps,
When a tremor shakes, the heart's bird weeps,
As she dances, lost in the sway,
The skirt it spins, and spins it flies,
While the maiden's heart, it never dies.
Men's hearts they dance, and leap with glee,
As the skirt spins wild and free.
Yellow, golden, dust of light,
Moonlight spills, stealing all sight,
A turning, a turning, a straightest path,
The skirt it spins, and spins it flies,
While the maiden's heart, it never dies.
Men's hearts they dance, and leap with glee,
As the skirt spins wild and free.
When the drums beat, the lover dances,
Seven notes sing, as beauty entrances,
A turning, a turning, a drum's soft call,
The drums beat, the lover dances, standing tall.
The skirt it spins, and spins it flies,
While the maiden's heart, it never dies.
Men's hearts they dance, and leap with glee,
As the skirt spins wild and free.
When a tremor shakes, the heart's bird weeps,
When a tremor shakes, the heart's bird weeps,
As she dances, lost in the sway,
Mumbai, Calcutta, Chennai, and Agra,
Encircled, held within the skirt's saga.
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