When you descended,
Oh! Dear, we were happy,
Carefully nurtured you, avoiding difficulties.
We would feel happy,
seeing you smiling in gaiety,
By seeing you,
We forgot all our miseries.
When you stayed away, very much we missed you
For your morrow, tolerated the separation.
For your weal, prayed day and night,
To the Sol we looked, as you were our only light
But Oh! Dear, you left us alone?
Had we done anything wrong?
We wished, you lit fire to our pyres
Liberate, taking us to the Ganges.
Father taking son to graveyard!
Not bearable oh! Lord.
This tragedy,
together we pray
Oh! God, give anyone never.
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