To the creator,

I am very melancholy in the world,
please bless me.

Do not separate me from your devotion even for a moment,
Do not let this slave be.

There are eighty-four people; have taken many births and found misery.

Stuck between the fake world and in the world of hell,
Saw all the territories, but there is no contentment even for a whole night.

The world is all selfish and looked everywhere after knowing, there is no happiness anywhere.
This living being is alone.

~RG~