Seamstress needs to lengthen the skirt
Another ruffle for the lotus petals
Put it on the petticoat
She looks like she’s floating in the air
Dark blue for Mahaprahbu
Yellow for Giridharijiu
A short skirt
That’s what Srimati Gandharika
Has today
A short skirt
What more can the name say?
Bougainvillea in the leis
Color of the skirt of which is sung
Over the first highway to the front road
Murkha and I pedal along to the navapatra abode
Friends are quiet on weekends
All out with the gang to contend
Fossil fuel rigger thinks him on top
Figures he can put Murkha and I in the drop
At the tennis park I depart
Murkha pedals with speed off the chart
Kalarupa takes him back
After ratha-bhojana-vrska calls him to attack
The kitchen has traveled on
And the welcomers are gone
Hiranya kasipu is the dress
That they wear for rest
When they’ve finished their daily dance