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Explanation in English
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In laziness and sleep, I lose this life of mine,
The nights pass by in slumber, the days in dull decline,
Trapped in their heavy company, my precious moments fade,
As long as gifts fall in my hands, my careless style is made.
I do not wish to labour, let today or tomorrow fly,
This shadow never leaves my side, by my own hands I lost this life of mine.
When pleading brings no helping hand, no comfort, and no stay,
Into another's pocket, then, my fingers find their way.
I do not know what life truly means, though still I sense its pace,
My time keeps slipping far away, without a name or face.