GURU fell because of hunger, prostrate on an empty street for a long time,
A hungry mendicant passed by daydreaming-
-The sooner I'm dead the better and sooner I'm grass,
The sooner I'm grass the better and sooner grazed by cow,
The sooner grazed by cow the better 'n sooner that cow is killed by man-
-That's then I'm gonna eat like a man- the sooner...
Nearer to night- time devil came by, stopped, examined the guru and asked: ' waiting for Manna?
No, a good companion, answered GURU, devil disappeared... A boy ran up to him, brought along with him
His grandfather- together they took GURU to their home.
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