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Soohee, Kabeer Jee:

My innocent soul trembles and shakes.

I do not know how my Husband Lord will deal with me. ||1||

The night of my youth has passed away; will the day of old age also pass away?

My dark hairs, like bumble bees, have gone away, and grey hairs, like cranes, have settled upon my head. ||1||Pause||

Water does not remain in the unbaked clay pot;

when the soul-swan departs, the body withers away. ||2||

I decorate myself like a young virgin;

but how can I enjoy pleasures, without my Husband Lord? ||3||

My arm is tired, driving away the crows.

Says Kabeer, this is the way the story of my life ends. ||4||2||