The Well awaits for
The newly wed bride.
But there is no water on
This summer day-
It has run dry.
The white clouds in
The clear sky fleet restlessly
To bring the nimbus laden.
The sparrows attempt
Songs of Tansen to hail
Upon the rain god.
To protect the village's
Pride, even the village
Goddess is on fast.
The bride steps out of
The threshold with the pot
Gifted by her mother.
The trees in the street
Wish her luck and the thirsty
Cattle wish her luck.
The Well awaited for this
Moment, it wants to wish
The bride, luck. But
On this fateful summer,
The clouds fail to gather
And there's no water.
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