Hi Dhola,

The clouds of colours billow up in air,

Do you know, how my emotions tear

on watching colours of every hues?

Red, pink, green, blue and yellow –

Will they paint colours into life?

Oh parrot, will you let me see my love?

The prince of Narwar, who

made vows to fire, holding hands

of mine, when we were small

and now I regret for his absence

Oh parrot, will you meet him

and ask, why my messages

are left without any reply?

‘Tis a thrill to colour and be coloured,

While celebrating the end of Winter gloom

And rejoicing the spring bloom

Oh parrot, will you demand justice

from my Prince for my plight?

Tell him, what does the custom say?

Remind him of his duty,

if he doesn’t know what’s next.

Oh parrot, will you tell him

the tales of the famous couples?

Who share both their joys

and sorrows under one roof,

Where the bliss of marital life lives in

Oh parrot, tell my prince

that this is Maaru,

The princess of Poogal

Who pines for her love

and love only from her husband.