Hard to see your tears flow,
Your heart's bustle, ebb and flow.
Rarely is an ordinary fate mine,
Where I may rest and recline.
Vibrant wings your heartbeats wear,
As soulful sparks ignite the air.
When love's ritual reached its deep,
A destiny of devotion, I now keep.
Deep and rare is this union's grace,
A burning story, your life's embrace.
The hues of love are spreading wide,
For years, a thirsty heart lived inside
May flowers bloom, and gardens glow,
In your eyes, the whole world show.
Bitter to see your tears fall so,
May fate now weave a world to know.
May the beloved meet as Holi is near,
Colors and gulal, I fly in the air.
Upon your cheeks, so silky and fine,
I'll dance as a color, with grace divine.