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!



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