And shun our make ups
We must wear our heart raw and
apply its lipstick
For any day is beautiful if we do not temper with its course
Sakhi, the trees here stand tall in their glory
The lamasery is peaceful
Outside, deodars are
dancing like oriental goddesses
Their bodies sculpted as
Javanese Princesses
Sakhi, breathe in some mountain air
You have had enough dust into your nostrils lately
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