These fortunate golden sparrows,
These fortunate golden sparrows,
Fly, alight on branches so high,
Feeding their chosen, their cherished ones nigh.
They nurture their fledglings, grain by grain,
When will my beloved return to my lane?
I sit, my hope blooming, a steadfast refrain,
These fortunate golden sparrows.
If I were a sparrow, soaring free,
Beaks touching, in sweet harmony,
From my eyes, a fountain, a tender pour,
With my lips, I'd feed, forevermore.
I'd cradle them close, beneath wings wide,
As these sparrows, with loving stride.
When will my beloved grace my side?
I sit, my hope blooms, nowhere to hide,
These fortunate golden sparrows.
Sons of Yudhisthira, righteous and true,
Arjuna, the archer, his aim shining through,
Bheema, the valiant, my sons so grand,
Nakula and Sahadeva, held in my hand.
In the nest of my eyes, embers glow,
In the nest of my eyes, emotions flow,
Forever entwined, in life's grand show.
When will my beloved come to and fro?
I sit, my hope blooms, a vibrant glow,
These fortunate golden sparrows.
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