Moon Kurta
"Get me sewn, mother, a thick wool jingla.
Sun-sun blowing wind throughout the night, I die of winter,
Somehow I complete the journey by chilling.
If it is not there, then bring the kurta only for hire.
Mother heard the child saying, "Hey Salone!
Master God, do not engage in witchcraft.
Winter is fine, but I am afraid,
I never see you in one measure.
Sometimes a finger wide, sometimes a foot thick,
It gets bigger someday and smaller someday.
No, you have to see someone's eyes.
Now you tell me, how often do you get your measurements.
Give a jingola which comes in the body everyday.
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