English
Bring for me yellow marigold flowers and golden champaka, please, or I shall cry and cry day and night; my hair bun I'll neglect to tie. My friends have all gone to market, dancing through the open fields. Neither You allowed me to go nor did You bring flowers for me. Hear me, I will never light the stoves again nor decorate my ears with rings. I'm sure the god of truth will dispense justice for this. You simply give me pain and pain; You couldn't bring a single flower for me.
