In the enormous space, in the dark sea,
I became a crow without a pole, Oh' Dear Rahman!
From the days I came to birth, useless I am,
became the moon in the woods, Oh' Dear Rahman!
Thinking that the hunting is great, holding the rabid dog,
Can I enter the forest, Oh' Dear Rahman!
Loitering by carrying the load of food,
I became the dust in the swirling wind, Oh' Dear Rahman!
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