O singer,
Singer,
Do not, do not weep you,
I am, I am with you, with you, brother,
Do not, do not
As I cannot, cannot see, see you in tears!
And the singer stopped he from weeping,
Breaking down inconsolably,
Wiping out the tears himself
With his hands and torn shirt and pants
Which after seeing it I could not check myself
As Rama wept for Bharata.
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