This guy who deccorates me with buds and buds, roses in bloom,
..stays by me, fills the room.
Even if my sari edge is frayed,
I long only for you—I'm your humble maid.
This guy who decorates me, with buds and buds, roses in bloom,
He wraps around my waist like a sash so tight,
Spreading fragrance beneath, a soothing delight.