Upon my veil, all eyes alight,
Upon my veil, a hungry sight.
Behold me, yet keep your space,
Step back, Baba, from this place.
Step back, Baba, from this place.
Golden glows, my form does gleam,
A radiant, sunlit dream.
Across my cheeks, so fair and white,
Dark tresses guard the light.
Moon-like face and lips so sweet,
My gait, a wild, rhythmic beat.
Eyes that drown in river's flow,
A goblet where the madhu grows.
Each who beholds, their heart astray,
Behold me, yet keep your way.
Step back, Baba, from this place.
Step back, Baba, from this place.
What beauty, Rama, you have wrought,
In me, a treasure dearly sought.
The lovers’ hearts, a burning plea,
For me, they make their misery.
One would give his heart away,
Another bids me, come and stay.
A lover whispered, face to face,
To meet in solitude's embrace.
A thousand hearts, in tresses bound,
A thousand hearts, lost and found.
Behold me, yet keep your ground.
Step back, Baba, all around.
Step back, Baba, from this place.
Step back, Baba, from this place.
Away, away!
Step back, Baba, from this place.
Away, away!
Step back, Baba, from this place.
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