Tinkling bells that chime without the wind,
The to and fro swing,
Of slender hips,
That sound a unanimous cham-cham
On wooden floors and stone stages
The gleam of silver against the kesari sky,
The telltale sign of a dipping sun.
The skimming of toes across the bubbles,
Of a still lake,
The water rippled in semicircles
Of sound waves.
The unseen bangles of glass
Woven with the beat
Came to life
With clanging bells on the floor.
The kesari sky turned an alluring azure,
And turned darker and darker,
Till it reached a deep black
The music sounded,
In giggling, tinkling harmonies,
The glisten and gleam
Of stars on earth,
That adorned the ankle and the foot.