He dances with a blue flower over his left ear
Gandharvika’s stary eyes are smiling
Yellow and lilac clothes covered with mirrors sparkling
Lotus feet leave the marks of dhvaja, vajra, sanka, cakra, mina
All across the altar
Most attractive smile soft curly black hair shinning
Playing his flute calls all to his service in their own way
Beautiful white and red roses mixed with purple hyacinth leis
They dance with these fragrant flowers round their necks
Devotees’ eyes seeing the mirrors with this sight are sparkling
Three dance together their movements increase the divine love
Spinning the long and winding over the main street to the southland just as some are leaving. Friends near and dear are speaking about the Thakuras outfit “when was it made?” “The seamstress is on it” On to the big street and the trader’s where petitioners solicit signatures. I take leave to the shop and the go light and Murkha goes left to the wharf road. Hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he bows his head and chases the kalarupa to the sandhya where Vijaya greets him stretching across the path
Deep within the far off jungle the nightdress that they wear tonight is white with red and olive trim sent from down in the south combine artistically making the devotees chant dance and loose material conception during the mangala arati