They bathed her in the holy Ganges, <br />Draped her in the vermeil silk. <br />The street they festooned, <br />And hung myrtles, and hallowed leaves. <br />Oh, they sang the nuptial ditties, <br />Till the pedantic priest bore no more, <br />And lit the holy fire, now with hymns on their lips. <br />They stood in awe, with tears in their eyes: <br />The wedding vows were uttered, and the knot was tied. <br />They sang, they laughed, they danced, exulted, <br />And left, they left, that happy hour expended, <br />And did not return when the vows were broken......<br /><br />Krishnarasa Seshadri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wedding-vows/
