"KAHATA HOON KAHE JAT HOON, KAHUN BAJAYE DHOL.
SWANSA KHALI JAT HAI, TEEN LOK KA MOL.
AISE MAHANGE MOL KA, EK SWANS JO JAY.
CHOUDAH LOK NA PAT TARE, KAHE DHOORI MILAY."
I beat a drum and declare again and again that your precious breaths are being wasted for nothing, though these are worth the three worlds. If one such priceless breath foes waste, then all fourteen lokas remain barren. So, why throw them in the dirt?
