The Lamp

The lamp is extinguished by the hands. Put the star in every pass

Take the moon off and put a dark day at its door in my house

Sometimes a hidden link is scattered in the text

There are signs on the avoidance

Demand is a mirror attribute, all reflections are bad and worn out

These are also virtues. Put naked pleasure in good and evil

This is a flying moment of sadness

Lest the odd king be the one who puts the desolate sparkle in one eye

This world is only for me, day and night

Wherever I go to see Tilak, keep an eye on the hearings

May the gods of my body and soul not die

Pray that the stone lip is rolled, put the effect in the slightest effect

There is a body or there is a fortress. Come from somewhere, go from somewhere

There are thousands of gaps. Pick them up and put them in the wall