And take your seat in this beggar's home
Please excuse this floor
For it is covered in dust
And I have no decorations
Bangles of gold decorate the One who puts the sun's light to shame
So what am I to offer?
What am I to please you with?
All I can give is my song of longing
Rampriya Says
Empty both your hands
So you can strum the harp
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