(pachhe sur vuli ei voy hoy)
Lest I forget the tune, I become afraid
Lest broken Bina string wins
Lest celebration time becomes sleepy
Due idleness in devout time
Being wasted due to inattentive game
When I am called for whirling
Lest my beats do not agree with theirs
In that devastating cyclone
When death will call me join death-song
Lest soul absorbing all song
Lest parting become one without song
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