wonderful

The golden wedding girl is his
Kajal Baran Ankhi,
Cloudy sun
Giving a peek.

Silver nupur on both feet
shrill,
It goes from house to house
In various works.

His hair is cloudy
smile like the moon
His nose was stuck
Radha-Shyam's flute.

His eyes are filled with magic
Raised his chest,
Flowers, birds prefer
Joyful.

He is described in so many forms
does not come to the pen,
How many men are there?
Floating in tears.