If you think a superior class
And in society you are prominent
You are wasting your life and
from eternal spirit too, separate
God is everywhere but we wander
at temples, churches and pilgrimage
Just as deer has cologne in itself
But runs throughout the forest.
Saint wants respect
And faith what he says
He is not after your money
If after money he is not saint
Give me the least O my God!
So much to suffice my clan
Neither we suffer any scarcity
Nor my guest goes unfed return
Be small and humble
Loved by everyone
Moon of second day
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