My Indian shepherd love,
Rustic beloved
Forbids me to be absorbed in reading
All the time,
Quarrels she,
Asks me simply,
If read you all the time,
When will you get time to talk
To me foolishly,
A girl somewhat
Obstinate and adamant
To take to?

For the cosmetics, she can cry even,
Can stop taking food
And flinging the dishes,
Can hair oil, vermillion,
Glass bangles, saris,
Beauty spots, nail polish,
Lip stick, red coloured ink
For colouring the sideway feet,
Collyrium, face powder,
Face cream,
And you be after her,
Making her obstinacy
And when dresses she and goes,
It comes upon the bolt from the blue.

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