The potter's clay
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I am the potter's speechless clay; no word can cross my lips.
बुल्ल्हआ मैं मिट्टी घुम्यार दी, गल्ल आख ना सकदी एक ।
Why shape this wretched vessel so, then leave it fearing it will fail?
ततड़ मेरा क्युं घड़्या, मत जाए अलेक सलेक ।
Stay with the words.
Then hear how they travel.
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