"Oh, where have आप gone?
you were here just today
by tall गढ़, महल . . . yon
with सोना flowing hair
with white flowing dress
with परियों to guide you
with talisman
at your breast

Who took you?
Who managed?
to get thru the spells
to weave through your guards
all wishing
you well

The king is asunder
the क्वीन is in tears
the Mage casting spells
through all of his fears

but none have yet seen you
the गढ़, महल grows dim
the joy now has left us
our heads
all do swim

For all of us failed you
your joy has moved out
our knights all on quest
No rest!
do we shout

We ll find you!
We swear it!
not one of us rest
our meals now are meager...