She gazes beneath her dark, arched brows,
She pours nectar into a silver chalice.
She is the Princess of Madda,
Wearing a simple necklace of clay beads—
And yet her beauty shines brighter than gold.
She is the Princess of Madda—
Who seizes the eyes, who stirs the heart,
Who makes the spirit restless,
Who fills the soul with joy.
Princess of Madda…
Princess of Madda…
O princess, let me rest my head upon your lap,
And hear the tale of how you descended,
A rainbow-born child of wonder.
I will guard you where the birds sing at the borderlands,
And lead you to the sacred gopura.
When you dance upon the banks of Jhajjar’s river,
I will loosen the jeweled belt from your waist.
When your anklets rose in ringing rhythm,
The nectar in my cup spilled at their sound.
You are the one who stirs me beyond measure—
Princess of Madda…
Princess of Madda…
I will kiss your lips to awaken your joy,
I will tear away the clouds that veil the moon.
Tonight I will taste, at last,
The dream I have dreamed a thousand nights.
O princess, tonight I shall quench
Your heavenly desires.
Two hearts sink into the horizon—
No more need for shyness.
Sing the highest note of your secret song,
As the trembling moonlight kisses the flowing stream.
Princess of Madda…
Princess of Madda…
