Hunger and thirst,
Both are my well wishers.
Both are here
With humors.
In this winter
I am going with the wind
And the wind is
Giving me everything
That are needed for
My maintenance.
I am the blasting fire
With indefatigable anger,
Winter is here with me and
Take pity on it as aggrieved.
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