May my poverty not dampen my spirits
How long will I fight this world
I don’t get a chance to earn
And thousands of expenses are ready every day
May God not give such poverty to anyone
When every breath is buried under someone’s debt
Whoever has helped me a little
Everyone wanted to make me his slave
Who knows what this journey and this loneliness will do
Now even friends are filled with selfishness
Hugs are not possible now friends
Who knows which meeting will prove to be the last
Whenever someone is accused of dying of hunger
There is a strange story behind it too
O barmaid, give me such wine that makes me happy
May my poverty not dampen my spirits
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