Why do you take so much of daru that lie you fallen
On the roads,
I mean Indian country liquor,
O daru man,
With a bottle of daru into the hands!
Is it your life-style to lie fallen
Into the bushes,
Sometimes into the drains
And the dogs licking your mouth
to smell and taste aru, I mean Indian daru,
Deshi sharab,
Nasha, intoxication guaranteed?
O daru man, drink not so much, take daru, but not too much
As excess of everything is bad,
But who listens to moral lessons,
The Ramayana and the Mahabharata
And the Bhagavadgita,
Can a thief that one should not steal?
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