I shall fill the colour of love in my eyes,
And bathe my Shyam in its hues!
I'll mix vermilion with the glow in my heart,
And this mixture I'll use.
To affix the symbol of virtuous love
On my Beloved's forehead.
Where are the robes to wrap around Him?
Or I'll wrap myself around instead.
I have not flowers to offer at His feet,
I'll weave a garland of tears:
I'll mould each beautiful thought of mine
Into jewels that He wears.
To please You, my Beloved Lord,
My life shall become a song!
On this auspicious day of your birth,
I'll become an offering life-long.
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