(patar vela vasai neere pichhon-pane Chaine phire)
Afloat in tears on my leaf-boat
I go without looking behind
My job loading up-down cargo
My game is only going ahead
Could not spread out my seat
Not making home on riverbank
When things come in tying me
My destiny then laughs
Dusts floating on wind call me
Road drags me going forward
On ever new turns I offer songs
To my mother earth!
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