(Surer guru dao go surer diksha)
Oh Guru of my song
Please give me musical training
This is the moto for our begging
As we beg for song
Kind of song received thru ears
By the flowing brook, Polar star
And the kanak-chapa-flowers
I want to fill my soul by Thy tune
For carrying to areas without tune
Please take my test in that spot
Where speedy noise causes storm
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4/14/2015
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