Exchanging greetings, without the hassle of courtesy.
The only question you have to me is-
"What are you doing?"
There were thousands of other questions - good or bad,
I don't know what to do, if you don't borrow it,
Just busy matching the rhythm of your own mind.
Maybe you're too big,
He is knowledgeable, wealthy or otherwise - by his own efforts or later,
In fact, this is not a major issue,
If you don't give away your achievements to someone,
But think about why others are unequal,
Or is the interior raw?
And are you also staggering like that?
Me, you or everyone-
I do thousands of jobs all my life,
Yours is the greatest of all time,
The other is a thousand times better, but it is smaller.
Thus, as one grows older,
Maya and Mohmayata are smooth, childish, loving-
Kendra takes everything good from this fleeting life.
This idiot is like a fool,
In this mortal world, let's try our best.
Holding on to everything.
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