(Oh nithur, aro ki ban tune achhe?)
Oh cruel one, do you have more arrow in your bow?
You hit my soul close to my heart
I go escaping, close eyes, cover my face with clothing
Lest get some hitting somewhere
Since I was scared of your beating
That is why my heart's anger flare
The day fear is gone that day you will be arrow-less
Life being pleased embracing death
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