Our laundrywoman dies and darns.
She also makes sarees fall so well.
We ask please do not die, just fall.
Our sarees await their glorious fall
During an ensuing wedding season.

New sarees go up for wedding sale.
We fall easily for their silken rustle.
We need your fall,lady, do not die.
We wear your fall and we do not die.
In our silk sarees we fall headlong.