Like a lamp flame in a drunken wind, I sway,
My youth, a heavy burden, my waist bends a hundred ways.
My waist bends a hundred ways, behold!
In eyes, intoxicated swirls, on rosy cheeks they dance,
A serpent tress, it undulates, a serpent tress, it sways,
A serpent tress, it sways, kisses glances askance.
Kisses glances askance.
The smile upon my lips, each moment, spills a brimming urn,
My youth, a heavy burden, my waist bends a hundred ways.
My waist bends a hundred ways, behold!
From lands afar, my foreign lovers come,
Thirsty for my fire's blaze, thirsty for my fire's blaze,
thirsty for my fire's blaze, moths to a fiery sun.
Moths to a fiery sun.
Who touch the hem of my sari, in an instant they burn,
My youth, a heavy burden, my waist bends a hundred ways.
My waist bends a hundred ways, behold!
Like a lamp flame in a drunken wind, I sway,
My youth, a heavy burden, my waist bends a hundred ways.
My waist bends a hundred ways.
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