She doesn't want a rose
Full of perfumes
Pink or red
Give her a paper primrose
Filled with faithfulness
And this will bloom
Forever, forever
In her *****
Nor she desires
For a white saree
Laced with twinkling stars
Be the reason
Of a beautiful smile
In her face
Each moment she passes with you
And this will spring
From pool of joys
Brimming within her
And the world wil say
How beautiful fairy!