Kathak

As I dance, 

To the bol of "Ta" and "Thai", 

Thumping my feet, 

In a rhythm of unison, 

With beamy eyes and lips, 

And a poised arrangement, 

Of my arm and fingers, 

I rejoice the way, 

The scarlet hues, 

Of 'alta' and 'sindoor', 

Ennervate the ambiance, 

And how beautifully, 

The sounds unite, 

Of the ghungru, the sitar, and the tabla, 

Intermingling with the aroma,

Of the mogra flowers on my crown, 

And enthrall the entire arena, 

And, a divine aura emerges, 

Scintillating the existence, 

Step by step, 

Like a blazing yet balmy sun, 

And I keep dancing, 

And I keep dancing,

And I keep dancing.