The month of Jyeshtha (July) and ice
It was thirty six..
I do not want to waste time in idle talk
And in my senses I try to find my courage
A thirst breaks my solitude
I am a worthless man
Often I pretend to be intelligent
I shout loudly when I find the right place and opportunity
I have saved a piece of ice to extinguish the fire
If you agree
I will take it to my heart
Where it is most needed!
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