O Baul, dancing, singing and playing
So much rapt devotion
Your songs,
Songs of renunciation,
There is nothing your won
Nor is anything mine,
O Baul, Baul stinging the instrument,
you came here wit noting,
I too came here with nothing
And both of us will go to without anything,
O Baul,Baul Khepa!
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