Over there the father meets his son after a long time,
Beside the road the vagabond watches everything,
He minutely scrutinizes their emotions and sentiments for sometimes;
Then the wise vagabond explains as he sees them,
"When the father weeps and the son remains indifferent,
It is quite hard to understand,
When the son weeps but the father is silent,
It's also difficult to grasp,
When both of them weep with great passion and emotion,
Oh! yes I have got it,
Everything is right in it,
That's the truth of their relationship."
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