Who lost sense in presence of GOD
Drinking deep into of pride
That drunkard is my companion
Dawn to dusk.
Now I am his sycophant
Two of us are friends
The world today belong to drunkards
We are now courtiers.
I am fine, I am really fine
I convey to all this goodnews
I am in that promised fire
When I came to sense.
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