With the waves of melodies,
with enchanting hues,
how did You colour the world?
Please tell me.

With sweet limbs,
swinging charmingly,
You continue playing Your divine sport with all.

In moonlit nights
and in the crimson hue of golden dawns,
You intoxicate the world.

With cupped palms,
full of campaka buds,
You touch everyone
and make them Your own.

With rhythm,
You vibrate the psychic arena.
With rainbow colours,
You paint the sky.

You remain hidden
behind everything,
Your divine game is wonderful.

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With waves of melody,
with enchanting colours,
You coloured the world.

What for? Tell me.

With sweet limbs,
in charming bends,
You continue playing Your divine sport with all.

You intoxicate this physical world
with moonlit nights
and the crimson hue of golden dawns.

With cupped palms, full of campakA buds,
You touch everyone.
With rhythm, You vibrate the psychic arena,
and paint the sky with rainbow colours.

You lie hidden in all expression,
Your divine game marvels me.