‘Lest I'm alive breathing?
Like a gentle man would say-
Wisely pouring my pen ‘II
Be to write all through my days.
Chanting justice my hand must aid
For the sacred zeal ‘s my birth made.
Lest I'm alive breathing
From coast to sea justice need sail,
Why stark mortals dashed out to jail?
Till forth comes death to snatch their bails?
Longer I'm alive breathing
Lest spoils prevail till end of time
No lawbreaker my tong' will hail
Lest law fetters and justice fails
Truth must gear my tongue to wail
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