Here, see the creatures,
Here, the creatures are most miserable,
And I see You, my dear the only
Friend of miserable.
O my dear, Take away
The fear of transmigration
Of all, which is terrible.
O my dear, You are very, very,
Very dear to me, as woman is
Dear to a lustful man, as lucre
Is dear to the greedy.
I am composing poems, day and nights,
Not for anything, but only for You, my dear,
And I pray, please save, save all creatures here.
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