The song of the mystic ragas
blended in the beat of the Mridanga.
The rhythmic treble of anklets,
Combine into a language
Of Hands, of Eyes, of Feet…
Of Heart.

Adorned in the ethnic costume,
The creator, the destroyer
He himself is, the mother divine.
In the masks of valiant heroes
and the mythical lords,
The dancer is an embodiment of a musical trance.

The Speech to the descriptions,
The Light to the emotions,
and Wonder to the Knowledge,
Each move skillfully crafted, executed…

The glorious dance of a vibrant land
A chronicle of magnificent past.
Touched by traditions, immortal to time.
The dance of the divine.


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