dancing she learned and music too

from a teacher strange with hidden strings

like thunder steel to a sheen rainbow

taught her natyam of Bharat and its nada true

be it on burning sands or in the coldest snow

anthem high strung that the warrior sings

from a delicate bud such a fine princess grew

beautiful bride of a brave  beau, slain by the low

but life is love's victory with  phoenix wings