Yatanaya yaci
--- Bhupendra slaves.
Paritape pride!
Frivolous world;
You're constantly Kangal,
outside-inside!
Lazarus intention expression,
the door stays awake.
Why? Gopya Haven,
you did yourself!
Cover kabace always,
keep your own drummer;
Why hide the truth?
To kake stall!
The appearance of the face,
blood-stained picture!
Here along the banks hide the key;
I think tai!
Once nisite heri,
a window on the way;
Placed in the center head,
silently bunch!
Why cry? I hear you say,
what grief and mourning?
What is asked for? Can not you!
Empty feeling chest!
I understand nai, yaci so;
No treasure Haven?
Is seldom anyone,
very own.
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