For my hands were stained with its colour.
For they surmounted the love of my to-be with the shade of henna on my palms.
For his name's first letter had to be found by him.
For the trinkets had to fall off on one of the women's lap.
For the paste of turmeric gave my skin a glow of gold.
For I was adorned with jewels that shimmered like gems of the ocean.
For the red that stained my skin taking me off the market.
For the golden chain that was wound around my neck marking me as his.
For my hands entwined with his, while we walked around the holy pyre of fire.
