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I Am A Song Bird, I Am A Meek Song Bird, I Offer My Prayer To The Lord.

Giving No Pain To Any Creature, Let Him Slowly Accumulate Spiritual Merit, For The Sake ,of Acquiring A Companion To The Next World, Just As The White Ant ,gradually Raises Its Hill.

We Are Born Of Woman, We Are Conceived In The Womb Of Woman, We Are Engaged And Married To Woman. We Make Friendship With Woman And The Lineage Continued Because Of Woman. When One Woman Dies, We Take Another One, We Are Bound With The World Through Woman. Why Should We Talk Ill Of Her, Who Gives Birth To Kings? The Woman Is Born From Woman; There Is None Without Her. Only The One True Lord Is Without Woman

For Each And Every Person, Our Lord And Master Provides Sustenance. Why Are You So Afraid, O Mind? The Flamingos Fly Hundreds Of Miles, Leaving Their Young Ones Behind. Who Feeds Them, And Who Teaches Them To Feed Themselves? Have You Ever Thought Of This In Your Mind?

Offspring, The Due Performance On Religious Rites, Faithful Service, Highest Conjugal Happiness And Heavenly Bliss For The Ancestors And Oneself, Depend On One's Wife Alone.