Narsimha Mehta

Fair One, In The Middle Of The Night

Fair one, in the middle of the night, How your jingling anklets chime! You have woken up the whole town With melodious jingling of your anklets! Fair one, in the middle of the night, How your jingling anklets chime! 'I came back after vainly groping in the bed, For I found my beloved asleep with a girl next door! One after other girl my beloved enjoys! Surely, this is not what we expect From some one very much our own! Fair one, in the middle of the night, How your jingling anklets chime! 'At the most we can cover a well But how on earth do you cover an ocean? If he were merely a man of our fancy We'd have shown him the door But how do you decline the man you have married!' Fair one, in the middle of the night, How your jingling anklets chime! 'In my garden the mango tree has blossomed And mangoes ripe are dripping with nectar! Wake up and relish them, my slender Lord, I'll pluck them for you and you enjoy!' Fair one, in the middle of the night, how your jingling anklets chime! 'In my garden are juicy grapes, sumptuous citrus fruits, and betel vines, O Narsaiyya's Lord come to my place For my heart is tender and mad!' Fair one, in the middle of the night, How your jingling anklets chime!