- Monish Chatterjee
This song, set to a spirited folk beat, plays on the age-old Indian balladic usage of the cowherd girl Radha being hypnotically wooed by the flute-player Krishna. It is packaged here as a pretend-skeptic who decides to never again have her heart stolen and her spirit burn by the scheming flute-player, who is nothing more than a mind-robber.
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Jhilmil the rippling waves upon the waters of the jheel
Carried by the jhir jhir breeze in magical interplay.
Alas- no one with tinkling anklets passes by to fetch water
The songbird coos talk to me, young bride, but the bride notices not.
Alas- my mind weeps today- whither are you, my love, whither?
Talmal flows the swaying waves upon the fields of paddy
As shon shon blows the brisk wind riding over the stalks of grain.
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