When to my house You did not come,
Pointless going on seated, counting time.
Utterly useless is a flowerbed raised for consideration,
Sweetness of color that's made to delight.
In the garden futile are the bela and malatii,
The shiuli and champak, the chameli and juhi.
Arati with a five-basined lamp, worthless completely,
With extract of love the hymn sung thereby.
With floral band, of totally no avail hair-braid to bind;
A ballad in slow-halting meter,[1] it gets plied.
With a belt of lodhra is the hip tied;[2]
Upon beauty raag to lavish is desired.
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