See here, my dear, the Indian village
And the scenes of transcendental beauty
See here, at sunset, cows returning home
Calves jumping here and there
Mother-cows followed slowly behind
Weighed down by heavy milk bags
The cowherd men and women chanting
The glories of Almighty without any expectation
See the beauty, my dear here there and no frustration
See decoration of burning incense and
Rows of lamps, full of knowledge
Full of love, full of trust among each other
No hypocrisy and nothing and with pure atmosphere
All are clean at heart, thanks God, I am a villager.
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