Lyric

 Fame and fortune are things 

not to everyone reach 

Don't run after that greed which might make your faith weak

Nor go after those deeds; that are unteach 

Take my council Mine dearest; your soul may walk 

Along me, enrich your throughts

With morning light 

Your blooming body may become smooth and gazes delight 

Hold me in sounds of your flute 

and be satisfied,

With whatever fortune've made for you

Still if you've gone crazy about fame

Have you within, any natural might to relate with you Name 

Better, hold me in your tender arms 

And I shall be heaven to you.....

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