This outfit usually gets worn on Saturday the end of the week
Such an elegant outfit leaves all unable to speak
You see their wearing their chodders wispy thin
A veil held down by ornate orange trim
It's the color buttery foam
The fragrance of ghee reminds all of home
Light beige with rust and avocado flowers
Leis of all kinds of flowers such careful thought put in
Tell the devotees this is called Havirbhu
The gecko and I bow at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and swing around the southland. Right on the main street and the beasts force us to take the right on to the big road. We sneak a left into a car park and get back to the main street. We pass Mahamuni's post box and see a team coming the other way. The aren't dressed alike but they ride in such concert that they cannot but be a team. Other errand runners are also out and darting here and there as we go up the hill near the campa hatti. To the left into the east bank pointing to the hook and sprinting between the lakes where cruisers are scattered by our thundering roar. The natasala has a show between the lines this evening but the doors aren't open yet. Around the trader's and Saint Dagwood's park back up to the reviewing stand to the triangle at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot we take leave and I head on to the harbor where boats are out between the lakes the sufferers are talking and the cyclists are speeding by I pass the windmill and get to the wharf road making the left on the main street invited by the long and winding and I'm hammering by the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa picks me up and we slide under the tag of the sandhya.
Hiranyakasipu, gold and a soft bed. This one was offered on Nrsimha Caturdasi since it's gold and yellow and a nightdress gold and soft bed just seemed to fit. A quick dressing they engage in their pastimes with happiness,