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Bulla’s sisters and sisters-in-law came to him,

To make him see some sense.
“Listen to us, Bulla”, they said.

Leave the hands (company) of wanderers and wayfarers.

You’re from the proud clan of Nabis (Prophets),
Why then are you tarnishing it’s name?
Those who call us beautiful and worthy,
Often have dirty motives behind their smiles.

Hey Bulla, Hey you!

Here and there, everywhere,

Even God makes some mistakes.
You discarded those who were your own.
And have embraced outsiders.

If it is only gardens and flowers that you seek,
Go become a slave to wanderers and wayfarers

Hey Bulla, Hey you!!
Nobody will ask which race or clan you’re from,
Go become a slave to your desires!

Face the world

With A smile
No one knows
What it hid inside
They see all the happiness
They can’t see, the tears I’ve, cried

Hey Bulla, Hey you!

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