Hey Mister, you the photographer?
I Want my picture taken with Vithoba and Rakhmai.

Rakhmai to my left, Vithoba to my right
and me in the middle. That's the way I want it.

Move over Rakhmai, step aside.
Make room for me between the two of you.

Oh you're hopeless! Why are you so stiff?
They're all going to say you're a plywood god.

Come close to me, Vithoo my dear,
and put your arm around my shoulder. There, that's better!

Rakhmai, you're jealous! But you don't have to worry.
I'll return your Vithoo to you before I go back to Bombay

You'll fill in some nice colours in that picture, won't you Mr. Photographer?
Paint my sari blue, and blue the sari of Vithala.

I'll take a quick look around the fair,
go for a spin in the giant wheel,

Pick up a good blanket for myself,
take a peek down the Well of Death if I find the time,

and be back again in half an hour to collect my picture.
You'll keep it ready for me, won't you?