Recall Him the Yakharaja
And they will come,
Hearing your submission
Said through
Your naivedya.
Do the bhulhasa
With flowers and others,
The chatia will go in a trance,
Ask for the baba
And your husband from distant Assam
Will come,
Your missing and lost buffalo will come to automatically,
You just call him.
Call him, Chatia Baba,
Tamelss, wild and swift,
Smoking a timber leaf rolled cigar,
Takes he ganja, bhang and daru no doubt
But never gets away.
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