Rose powder, bindi, kajal and bangles Necklace of weighty gold added smiles To an Indian bride, blushing like blossoms Down the groom’s chest amid locking arms.
Grow thinner in shyness her twinkling eyes Before eyes enjoying a beauty rustling in ties Hunger of fragrance so sweetly shameless Her nose inhales the aroma of the closest face.
Love, showy, naked or transparent, ever sings A beauty, painted, innate, or pretty often stings My eyes envied the couple so merry and gay, An Indian bride emits a blinding spark of ray.
