Marwari businessman Midas, want I your daughter,
Good-looking and beautiful,
Talking the language of love,
But you of Kuber,
Of wealth and assets,
The shopkeepers,
The mannequins
Kept in the glass rooms,
Golds, diamonds, gems and jewellery,
But your daughter a young maiden
Speaking the language of love.
I want nothing from you, neither golds nor rubies,
But your daughter, neelam,
My blue stone,
You give me,
Give me my Rajasthani love,
Fond of wearing embroidered saris
And keeping the hands
Heavily embroidered with myrtle leaves.
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