Your body, an unbaked earthen pot
you carry it with you wherever you go
A little hit to it
will reduce it to mere dust
You will have nothing left in this world.
यह तन काचा कुम्भ है, लिया फिरे था साथ।
ढबका लागा फूटिगा, कछू न आया हाथ॥
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