Narsimha Mehta

Don’t Untie The Threads Of My Choli

Don’t untie the threads of my choli, my love The fruits of my breasts are not good enough for you! Ananga, the god of love, stirs not in the unbloomed youth There can be no ecstasy without lovemaking. ’ Don’t untie the threads of my choli, my love The fruits of my breasts are not good enough for you! Hearing the words of the dark girl, Narsaiyya's lord clasped her to his heart And played many love games with her during their first union. Don’t untie the threads of my choli, my love The fruits of my breasts are not good enough for you!