Dusky Indian maids in the dewy morning air
Why do you bend so gracefully over the thresholds there?
Our nimble fingers dribble rice-flour in intricate designs
Of dots and curves and loops and lovely flowing lines;
Thus we welcome Aditi’s son -Surya the bright-
With thanks for his bounty, with a rising glad delight.
We depict the traditional patterns- chariots, swans, a lotus:
And we dream of the dashing youths that we hope will come and court us!