Here she comes
with a sparkle in my mujra
feet dazzling in the lilting dance
Anarkali, Anarkali
so promegranate in beauty
makes my heart trumpet
to watch her move
in such enthral
with eyes lovelier
than trestles of the Himalayas
now my heart is pulsating
to the rhythm of her jingles
her long-flowing dark hair
perfumes my excitement
with every instrument
I am Prince Saleem
and my charisma of noble blood
bows in true love for her
and tonight is the night
I present her to you
Anarkali in motion.