Huhmni to basa
Matik putul cchikiye,
Matik murti cchikiye.
Jeevan kei varosa hi
Ki cchike,
Jab tak cchiye, tab tak cchiye,
Fir kya?
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We are but
The puppets of clay,
The idols of clay.
What is the certainty of life
In reality,
As long as am, I am,
What after that?
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