ga:Tula: akh vuchum bvachi sà:ty mara:n,
pan zan hara:n pohàni va:và lah |
neSbôd akh vuchum va:zas ma:ra:n
tanà lala bà pra:ra:n tshènèm-na prah ||
I saw a wise man
dying of hunger,
emaciated, withered
like a falling leaf
in the autumn wind.
I saw a fool
beating his cook,
Since then I, Lalla,
have been waiting
for my attachment
to the world
to end.
ॐ नमः शिवाय ॐ
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