No, no, no more shame and strength!
'cause of it mind, takes away my breath.
Oh mind, why destroying? Why burning?
Me so weak, so lean, easy breaking?
I am soul which is eternal,
Who is in bliss and beautiful.
Which is shiny, which never dies,
With cute eyes, gazing at Him takes piece.
Charming hands bring to Him a rose,
Throat chunked, sweet voice arises,
"oh Lord! Please accept Your servant's nil like efforts!
Then tears will fall as like those water falls.
Yes! You see? Now covered with ego false,
Your nature :"to think" that's nice!
Bad part of that thinking is,
You are body which will soon see a death.
Also "You are the first! Only! The best!"
"you – right" the one – must be given all respect"
"All enjoyer!" "All attractive!"…
In this way your pastimes are active.
Enough! Shut up! Stop!
Beat you from sides: right, left
Or else from all tens
With winter Russian boots.
Cry! Cry now jackal!
Even bleed in pain you rascal!
Trillion years you cheated me!
Saying: "this is nice! Or else that is, see!"
Or: "sorry, we did mistake, try again,"
"promise, this time surely you'll gain!"
You cheated, you destroyed!
All those years which away passed.
I cry! I am weak!
Oh my Lord! Please, hurry up!
Goura! Goura! Oh Goura Hari!
Oh dear son of mother Sachi! Please run to help me!
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