A drop of water lost in the crowd of many, I am,
Wet with dew on the leaves
I know that I'll roll
The red sun
I started there,
Do not be afraid ahanika,
Reading utter srabanabamdhe
Sand between adhakhani
Ashar narrow by storm
Like grasping kharakhuto
We have excited the shrine of mind
At the end of the storm, smiled
When the light will penetrate you,
Sometimes the sky
Comet was hiding
You see
Many were lost in the crowd
I have one point of water ...........
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