To hide the world, we veil their face,
lest a smile’s grace should be erased.
With delicate art, a scarf undone,
a whisper of gesture, the dance begun.
With delicate art, a scarf undone,
to beckon me closer, the dance begun.
With delicate art, a scarf undone.
When youth arrived, in pampered guise,
when youth arrived, a feast for eyes,
when youth arrived, and softly clung,
a scarf that swirled, where love was sung.
A scarf that swirled, where love was sung,
to beckon me closer, the dance begun.
With delicate art, a scarf undone.
When she, at last, her longing spoke,
when she, at last, her longing woke,
when she, at last, her longing spoke,
a scarf now held, in teeth that broke,
a blush of shame, the secrets spoke,
to beckon me closer, the dance begun.
With delicate art, a scarf undone.
For you, my love, a gift I keep,
for you, my love, desires run deep,
for you, my love, from Jaipur's hue,
a scarf of color, painted new.
A scarf of color, painted new,
to beckon me closer, the dance begun.
With delicate art, a scarf undone,
to beckon me closer, the dance begun.
With delicate art, a scarf undone.
With delicate art, a scarf undone.
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