A Royal Fly-whisk
A royal fly-whisk, sunshade,
chariot and throne,
Merry revels,
pleasures of the theater,
a bed of cotton down-
Which of these, you think,
will go with you when you are dead ?
How then can you dispel the fear of death ?
Lalleshwari
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