[Lyric] An Ass (Gajanan Mishra)

It is difficult for
An ass to differentiate
The load of salt and
Cotton bales
Do not make me an ass
O my master.

I am here with the sun
With the moon with the star
With the insects with the moths
With the plant And with
Land air water
All are with me
O my master
Make me clean and transparent.

O my master
Make me fit to shine
Make me fit to dine
I am with you
All day long.