With the rakhi in her hand she is coming to tie on my wrist,
A colourful wrist-band to put on
With a dish
With sweets, candle and vermillion,
To show light to,
To put sweets into the mouth
And to impress a red spot
On the forehead
And to touch my feet
And the brother giving
A token sum of money
To her fasting sister,
Waiting to tie on
After a bath
And having tied the rakhi,
She will take food.
My dear brother, you forget her not
In future
When you are far from her
And she too is not,
You forget not her
When the parents remain not
In the world
You forget not her,
Try to pay a visit
To her house sometimes
Even though far from you,
Please do remember her,
Your lovely sister,
Waiting and expectant.
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