Sadhu Baba, sadhu baba,
Tell you, tell you,
When shall I be married,
Tell you, tell you,
When shall I be? ,
A simple rustic girl
From the country
Showing her hand
To the mendicant sadhu,
Wandering fakira,
'See, see my fate
And tell you.'
The Indian girl,
Always a burden,
A family debt
On the parents
Speaking innocently,
Showing the hand to
Shamefully,
A shy and coy small girl,
Unaware of her nondescript fate,
What it will happen to her,
Showing her fate and destiny
To a mendicant fakira,
A fraud or right wanderer?
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