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Explanation in English
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Oh God, In between the cycle of birth and death, you gave the soul different different forms.
With every new birth, it got a new shape.
The moment it got a new form, Oh God, you made it forget its old form.
You did not give me the accounts of my sins and good deeds.
You keep the account book with you of all my forms and shapes.
You kept on writing, and I am suffering the punishment of all my actions.
Yet, in my pride I forget everything.
I become carefree and I enjoy everything.