Have you at home
The bells of fortune
Ringing pendulously in the air
Are you aware
The foes of the Buddha
Can't stand the harmony of music
With mishandled ragas never let out any strain
Leave beside the open casement
The clogs of spectres the air can jingle
When the voice is missing
The air ushers in purity
You only need to keep
Such a heart
That throbs with the impulse
Ofopen air.
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