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The lovely princess sails over the sandy coast to enter the glittering lake. She looks up at the moon shining in the spectacular ocean of indigo. Lifting her hands in prayer she speaks to the God of ethereal Beauty.
Let mercy mar the manly might,
Nimble grace I choose.
To free the blissful poised delight,
The frisking ways of gentle hues.
The ascetic prince sits lost in the delicate vines singing praises of the princess of the beauteous mountains.
He raises his eyes to skies and prays to the one who, coming down to the level of humans, has again and again proven himself worthy of His title. The prince calls him friend.
He raises his eyes to skies and prays to the one who, coming down to the level of humans, has again and again proven himself worthy of His title. The prince calls him friend.
Blissful as the warm zephyr,
Fearsome as the squall.
All-knowing, my deific schaffer,
I ask for her withal.
She descends from her mayurpankhi to approach the vineyard with timorous hopes, new as the reticent night. Sweet bells kiss her feet, eager to match the nightingale's tune. The warm winds splatter about the dark tresses that cascade down her shoulders. She advances to mark the rendezvous of the new blossoming boon of cupid.
The prince ascetic turns to face her light footsteps on the shining stream leading her to the alluring groves. Warrior splinters sparkle like the lightning bolts, as the slightly reddish eyes of the prince meet the crystal depths of his princess' kohl-stricken eyes.
The clear blue skies whisk off the petty clouds to disclose the million stars that revel in the union of aptitude and determination.
The moon sends down his ivory wishes for the couple that lay aside their weapons to secure themselves against the danger of missing love kindling so close.
A gentle breeze envelopes them like the sequined odhani to splatter the glory across the brilliant indigo canvas that passes under the midnight curtain.
Wait the two under the vine,
Drenched in the light of Love,
To seek the pleasant, blessed divine,
Assent's showers above.
The Nature smears the garden with happiness to fulfill the song of ChaitraPhalguni.
Wait the two under the vine,
Drenched in the light of Love,
To seek the pleasant, blessed divine,
Assent's showers above.
The Nature smears the garden with happiness to fulfill the song of ChaitraPhalguni.
Anupamaa
Jhanak
Ufff Yeh Love Hai Mushkil
