She will be one of simplicity
She will not be a queen or a minister's daughter but one of feminity
She will not be rich but will have a heart of Gold.
She will be kind enough to feed another's hunger.
Her eyes will only see me as her man

She is classy in her own way and yields power within her fingertips
She will be full of shyness and culture will bound her
Her great traditions will rule her
and she will be a woman of patience, love, kindness and heart.

Her arrogance will be my pride.
Her beauty will be my asset.
Her heart will be mine.
Her love will by my breath.

Her lotus like face will encover her beauty as a veil.
Her slim slender fingers will make her rings slip and fall.
The sound of her glass bangles will ring my attention.
The anklets on her feet will announce her presence.
Her red silk saree which wraps her will move her.
The jasmine flowers on her scenting hair will make
even bees not to drink honey from them.

Her diamond nose stud will shine as if though it was
where light origninated from.

Her henna on her hands will spell her lover for me.
My bride will come as a flower who bloomed in the garden of shyness
in the month of panguni.Any other women would envy her.

Her tumeric face facing the floor as she arrives at my door.
Knocking over the pot of rice, bringing in good luck to my household,
as she arrives in with her right feet over, her head will stand strong and up.

She will be the Empress of my heart,
the Devi of my household.
the long awaited Radha for this Kannan