They also sing
Who sing but silently,
The are also the singers of Rama
Who sing in whispers.
They also sing the songs of Rama
Who but silently,
Who sing but in whispers,
They too the singers of Rama.
I saw them singing, singing so much zestfully
The departed souls, bereaved spirits
Standing far from
All those dishevelled, distraught, devastated people.
But when approached I, drew I closer to
Found them not,
Vanished they away
The poor singers of Rama.
Tears had been in their eyes,
Tears were in those of mine,
My love felt it forlorn and broken
Which they too would have.
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