Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
A sardaar to his friend: Main apna purse ghar bhool aaya, meenu 1000 Rs chahi dey si.
Friend: Dost hi dost dey kam aanda hai, le 10 Rs, riksha karwa tey purse ley aa.
