You look very pretty today,
Maybe because I haven't seen you for long;
We stay in the same house,
Yet we don't reach out - 
I don't know what's wrong.

Everything else seems banal now.
You have to understand that 
I'm trying to keep us afloat,
But I can't keep on doing what I do;
Shall I unanchor the boat?

I feel you are made for that Saaree
Or the Saaree is woven for you to wear;
So that it can wrap your soft flesh
And embrace your fragrance that calms me,
That has no brink for me to bear.

I don't remember the last time our bodies met;
But I do know the last time I made yours move
In glory, like a sculptor in my dreams
Who was able to make his creation sway
Or the puppeteer who dances with his doll,
You felt your heart and mine were set.

Let me prove to you once again,
That I still got that youth left in me:
The young man who saw in you
What others couldn't see.

Please get me out of this plight.
Shall we dance tonight?