In the royal courtyard, the princess did repose,
As a distant flute beneath did softly compose.
“Hold, hold, cease this tune that fills my heart with weight,
For I cannot soar to that unknown fate.
As the day sinks slowly, fading from sight.”
In the royal courtyard, the princess did reside,
No longer did the enchanting flute provide.
“Ah, play on, sweet flute, paint my soul with song,
Let dreams take flight, visions bright and strong.
As the day sinks slowly, fading from sight.”
In the royal courtyard, the princess in her grace,
Heard a mournful bansuri, a tender embrace.
Twilight arrived, in robes of colors it did cry,
“Who now seeks my heart, O deity, drawing nigh?
As the day sinks slowly, fading from sight.”
In the royal courtyard, a tale did unfold,
Of a princess and a bansuri, their story told.
In the gentle twilight, they found their destiny’s plan,
As the day sank slowly, hand in hand they began,
A journey of love, as night embraced the land.
