From Mysore she arrived, a vision bright,
With eyes that pierced, a sudden, blinding light.
Silent she moved, a thief of unseen grace,
Stole the heart, and vanished from the place.
A moon-kissed face, a celestial gleam,
Hair like a river, a flowing, woven dream.
Jasmine blossoms, a fragrant, whispered plea,
Her gaze, a thief, that stole tranquility.
Hey, hey, hey, come to me,
Oh, my beloved, come to me.
Hey, hey, hey, come to me,
Within my arms, eternally.
From Mysore she arrived, a mystic art,
With eyes that pierced, and struck my very heart.
A river flows, within this aching core,
Thirsting for love, forevermore.
This heart of mine, it cannot understand,
Drunk on her dance, by an intoxicating hand.
Hey, hey, hey, come to me,
Oh, my soul, ah, oh, ah.
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