Henna dyed: I went outside the bar room

I want to get out of the bar room, wrap it up, I want to come home, my lord. In my courtyard, I cut the kaneri, its flowers are red. I want to come home ma'raj. In my yard there are many casks, and I have to build a hitch in it. I want to come home ma'raj. I want dirty white cows, their hooves are sweet. I want to come home ma'raj. Dholia of Vala Dhoraji, Pati Raj of Upleta in it. I want to come home ma'raj. In it, fried mushroom, you are covered with love. I want to come home ma'raj. Our hospitality is world renowned. If a stranger comes out of the village padar, it is our tradition to give him a welcome note, to greet him at a distance when he comes to the courtyard, to insist on what has happened in the house. Gujarati folk songs are like the spokesmen of tradition! We have many folk songs and folk songs adorning our host as everything used to sing. When we hear such songs, we feel proud, how eager we were to welcome the stranger! 'Mare Otrada Ba'rna Orda…' is a fun, welcoming song. This is a rare cataract that is rarely heard of. A layman asks a monk, a Brahmin, a priest to take steps to purify himself. He says I want a room with north facing doors. It has been plastered with clay, now you come to my house. In villages, if there is a room in the north direction, the main door of the house is kept at the entrance or athamani, so that the person leaving the market or the street does not see the room. Such houses were built for the purpose of keeping the limits of women. Our great-grandfathers knew that the temperature is kept right by applying clay. The host says that in my courtyard are planted sugarcane and saffron, flowers have come in the beautiful night, then in the yard the sacred Paras pipe is waved in it, I will tie a hitch for you. I have built white cowries at home, so we will serve you milk, curd, goras, ghee etc. After having a meal, we will cover with love by spreading mashru talai (quilt) on the woven dhoraji dholi. One can understand by reading the song how the host makes a loving request to a Maharaja who is worshiped by him. On the other hand, even Maharaj has created a situation where the host has to come home, the house is clean and tidy. A flower plant in the courtyard, a barrel in the yard, a sheave for stretching, sattvic milk from the cow, curd, proper facilities for relaxation… In short, almost all the elements of environment or natural lifestyle are present in the host's home! Hospitality is in our DNA. Our forefathers have chanted duas inviting God to be a guest too – in Kathiawar Ko'kak Di', God of Mistakes. My dear guest, forget heaven.