O my dear son, within
I am in your heart.
Leave not your heart
On the top of plum-tree
Like the monkey.
Fight like elephant
And get the winning side
Waiting for right time.
It is the crocodile
Waiting for death
Leaving rest to eternity.
I am with you
My dear son, worry not
Have patience
And do your duty
Without any negligence.
You are my morning sun
O my dear son
In this winter season.
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