Oh, brother, friend, kin of my heart,
This world, a fickle art. Tread with care, depart.
Oh, brother, friend, kin of my heart,
This world, a fickle art. Tread with care, depart.
Humanity's form, a reeling, frail guise,
Lies are spoken, sins arise, in their eyes.
Humanity's form, a reeling, frail guise,
Lies are spoken, sins arise, in their eyes.
May we not falter, beholding this, Shyam's grace,
Oh, brother, friend, kin of my heart,
This world, a fickle art. Tread with care, depart.
Oh, brother, friend, kin of my heart,
This world, a fickle art. Tread with care, depart.
In tailored suits, in polished shoes they stride,
Yet hearts are dark, where shadows hide.
In tailored suits, in polished shoes they stride,
Yet hearts are dark, where shadows hide.
Protect us from their funds, Ram, our guide.
Oh, brother, friend, kin of my heart,
This world, a fickle art. Tread with care, depart.
Oh, brother, friend, kin of my heart,
This world, a fickle art. Tread with care, depart.
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