Come down to be born
In song and in dance
In love and joy.
Come down as my desire
Dark one, come to be born as my dream.
Do not evade my prayers
I have no patience to look for gardens of Brinda
Here on this piece of earth
Where I dig my feet and stand rooted to my life
Wash them with waters from Yamuna
Spur them to dance with your song
Give me your anklet
One flower from the garland you wear
One smile from your store
One little melody
Come down to be born
In song and in dance
In love and joy.
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