Oh Dear Lord!
Came to the majestic Shrine
On the bank of Manik Ganga
Oh ! Lord look at poor us
and listening to our grievances.
No water to cultivate our lands
Not a drop of rain for a long period
Our harvest is destroying
Nature punishes the man
Superiors are behaving like blinds and deaf mutes.
Give a bit of sense to them
To think about the country
We were born and living .
No Compassion or kindness
In the hearts of citizens
Roads are full of protest marchers
unrest is developed in all the hearts .
Look at us with six faces
people are waiting to get your wish
Be a light to the people in dark
Beg your pardon for our faults .
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