The drunkard saheb lying fallen
And his bibi trying to make him stand
And he awfully drunk,
Asking his bibi,
Who are you to make me stand,
What's your name,
What's her business?
The drunkard saheb lying fallen
And his bibi trying to awake him,
But he lying drunk,
Fallen and babbling
Into the bushes, on the footpath
Talking with the stray dogs,
Addressing them as friends
And the dogs trying to lick his mouth
To get a taste a wine.
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