To the Goddess of Art — 2
Dance is glorified by your little feat, when you put that on the ground,
With your postures of divine art forms, reverberating in land and sea,
And in the heavens, where all art has its beginning and true celebration.
When you sway your little hands in the air, like the flowers swaying in wind,
It’s crafting of ingenuity with your charm, the charm of the goddess of art.
Songs get their magnificent time when you open your mouth,
To sing the lines of poems, written meticulously worthy of godly praise.
Jealous are the lines, even the ones written by great poets and bards,
If you do not decorate it with your sweet voice, to become immortal.
Undying are the songs, which will be remembered by the time when you utter,
Those lines of love, cutely sung, reflecting your unwavering love for me.
Love wanted to know the true meaning of love, and to find,
Where it is most celebrated and immortally remembered.
It came to your palace and finding its true divine form,
Made a conviction never to leave, in times of good and in bad.
Like the love you have for me, which makes you want to be with me,
Even if I am in the deserts of scorching heat, or on endless cold nights.
Gone are the days, which were cold, It’s time for your warm love,
To make me cozy, and happy, in the love of your arms.
Like the paintings you make, wonderfully with love,
Life is going to be an extravagant celebration, even the heavens envy.
Engulf me with your love, and your beautiful smile,
Love that I will cherish for ages to come, with you by my side
