Chant the name of Ram, ever chant,
While another's wealth, you freely grant.
Another's wealth, your own you'd deem,
Chant the name, a waking dream.
Chant the name of Ram, and so,
Another's wealth, let it flow.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh ho!
This wealth, a transient, fading gleam,
Belongs to that one, a twisted scheme.
This wealth, a fleeting, fading grace,
Belongs to that one, in time and space.
Come, let us dance, and sing along,
Two coins, a hundred festivals throng.
Come, let us dance, let voices rise,
Beneath the vast and starlit skies.
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