Where do you lie in playing the been, the wooden been,
In which forest of yours,
Playing and playing melodiously,
That the cobras coming and dancing at the tune of your music.
Away from man and his human habitation,
In which forest are you playing the music
And the tune melodious
And taking me away to?
Yours too is a life and one of risk
But you go on playing with kaal,
That is life and death, doom, end and time,
The deadly creature as kaal
But without thinking of it, you lost in the tunes of yours
Playing and playing, pumping and playing sweetly
And dancingly the tunes of life,
The tragedy of life and living
And the risks on the midway,
Taking the challenge and accepting.
O, where do you lie playing the haunting music
That feeling I here
And the music taking me there,
O charmer, where do you lie playing sweetly
The haunting music of yours!
With the tune and melody of your music,
I can see the woods resounding
And the snakes,
The white, black and chocolate cobras standing,
Hooded and hissing and dancing,
Swaying to your tune of music, the melody of it taking me far.
In which forest, do you lie playing the been
That the music coming to
And taking me away,
That the cobras dark black, whitish and grey dancing,
Dancing and swaying to the tune of it?
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