Wealth of the poor,
O my dear, I am poor
You are the wealth of the poor.
O my danger, I am in danger,
You can alone drive away my danger.
I am here, waiting for You
To get Your blessing, O my dear,
You are my path, and I am relaxed
In heart, I am crying but I am happy,
O my dear, I am following Your route chart.
I am successful from the very beginning
You are my trouble-shooter, here with me,
Colorful lights I am watching, that's Yours
I know, no hunger no thirst, can check me to go.
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