Oam pan sodiras naavi chhas lamaan Kati boozi day myoon meti diyi boar Aamyan Takyan poony zan shamaan Zuv chuhum bramaan gari gatshihaa
Feeble is my body yet I row my boat in the ocean, When shall God listen and take me across! As water oozes out from unbaked pots, So do I pine to be home again.
‘I am towing my boat pulling at the trail untwisted thread in the ocean of existence praying to be heard and help me across. The unbaked earthen dishes of my life are filled with water gradually seeping away and ready to fall apart. I am still hopeful to get liberated from this agony and reach my real home.