Death is always hovering around
And what is death I know not
I know my body is not here to last long
I know my money is not here fixed
And so I engaged myself in singing
Seeing the empty sky flying birds
Green trees rain water fire and air
I salute you O mother I see you
In each and every woman
I hate you O money you are not belong to me
I see you my friend my dear in all
And You are in Truth that is Absolute.
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